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to say so. Of course I think so too, or I should n't be doing it. I
hope you won’t mind. You know you said you would take Sue
Crowe if I could get her. I shall strike out from Cousin Mudge as
a head-centre. I thought perhaps you and father would rather I

would n't begin at home.
“Your affectionate daughter,

“ BEEs.”

“You will want a bag,’ said Cousin Mudge, the next
morning at breakfast. That was one good thing about
Cousin Mudge; if she approved of what you were about,
she lent a hand to it as a matter of course.

“ A bag?”? Beeb paused perplexed over her muffins.

“To carry your bottles in. How did you suppose you were
going to carry them ?”

“ Why —in the box —I—suppose. I had n’t thought!”

“ Of course you had n’t,” said Cousin Mudge, and down
came her best travelling-bag, of umber-colored morocco, new
and shining.

“Suppose I should break a bottle, and silver-plate it?”
said Beeb, aghast. ‘‘ Let me have the old carpet-bag with
the blue roses on it.”

_ “Nonsense!” decided Cousin Mudge, “there ’s no reason
why a lady should n’t carry a lady’s bag, because she happens
to be a—”

“ Pedler,” said Becb as she started off; “that’s it. I
don’t feel like anything in the world but a pedler.”

However, there are so many worse things one might feel