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like, that she plucked up courage, and when she found that
her gloves matched the umber-colored bag to a shade, she
held up her head, and was quite happy.

She made three calls that morning. The first was at a new
house built since her last visit to Cousin Mudge, and the peo-
ple were strangers quite. That enlivened her, for you might
as well be a pedler as anything else, you see, if nobody knows
that you were ever anything else, and she rang the bell
boldly.

The servant looked her over, and stood with her hand upon
the latch.

“T have some silver-plat —”’ began Beeb.

“Back door,”’ said the servant, briskly.

Beeb reddened redder than the umber bag, and had nine
tenths of a mind to take herself immediately back to her
mother’s nursery, and give the silver-plating to the baby to
poison itself with. But Beeb had more common-sense than —
most girls — no, I do not mean to take it back — more com-
mon-sense than most girls, and she stood fire. If she could
sell her silver-plating at the back door, why not? To the
back door she stoutly went.

“ T should like to sell you some silver-plating for domes —”

“We has our silver solid in this house,” said the back
door, in the shape of a huge red cook.

“__tic use,” pleaded Beeb, faintly. But she beat a rapid
- retreat, to spare herself the back door’s repartee.

Her second call was on a motherly old woman with a baby