146 TROTTY’S WEDDING TOUR.

Beeb went from force of habit, and to keep from crying,
and to see if her laces were tumbled, and for want of some-
thing better to do, but when she got there she saw her
robin’s-egg sash and gloves.

Quick as a flash she thought, “Ill sell them to Martie
Glege!”? And quick as the thought she was over at Martie
Glege’s, and had actually offered to sell her her best sash and
gloves for four dollars !

It was a dreadful thing to do, —and Beeb was very fond
of that sash,—and when the pure, pale, wonderful tints of
the heavy silk fell out over Martie’s astonished hands, it
seemed so horrible to be selling silver-plating for a living!

“ Why, how funny!” said Martie Glegg.

“ T know it,” said Beeb, winking fast, ‘“‘ but I can’t help it.
I have a reason. I don’t care so much about the sash as I do
about the money just now. Is it a bargain?”

Martie had always coveted the robin’s-egg sash, and it was
an easy bargain. She took the silk and the gloves, and Beeb
took the money, and that was all.

That was all till Beeb went to see her Cousin Mudge in
East Hampton, a week after. It was while she was at East
Hampton that her mother had this note from her.

“Dear Morner, — I don’t know what you will think, but I am
going on an agency for silver-plating. I shall begin to-morrow. I
had the box sent here because Cousin Mudge and I always get along,
and I knew she would n’t care, and she doesn’t. She says I can sell
silver-plating and be a lady too. I thought it was very nice in her