HOW JUNE FOUND MASSA LINKUM. 79 But June thought. Madame Joilet could not help that. If Madame had known just what June was thinking, she would have tried hard to help it. Well, so the days passed, and the weeks, and still Madame said not a word; and still she whipped and scolded and shook, and June worked and cried, and nothing happened. But June had not done all her thinking for nothing. One night Creline was going by the house, when June called to her softly through the fence. “ Creline!”’ ““ What ’s de matter?” said Creline, who was in a great hurry. “‘T’s gwine to fine Massa Linkuni. Don’ yer tell no- body.” “ Laws a massy, what a young un dat ar chile is!” said Creline, thinking that June had just waked up from a dream, and forthwith forgetting all about her. Madame Joilet always locked June into her room, which was nothing but a closet with a window in it, and a heap of rags for a bed. On this particular night she turned the key as usual, and then went to her own room at the other end of the house, where she was soon soundly asleep. About eleven o’clock, when all the house was still, the window of June’s closet softly opened. There was a roofed door-way just underneath it, with an old grape-vine trellis running up one side of it. A little dark figure stepped out timidly on the narrow, steep roof, clinging with its hands to