THE CINDERELLA FROCK.

it would have been well received ; for it was

~an old, old house, that had stood vacant many
months, and so close to the school-house, any
change in its prospects was hailed with ex-
ceeding interest.

‘* Well, I saw,” began Louise, dropping
her eyelids and considering, ‘‘In the first
place, you know the old yard is so shady, and
I’m so little, I might peep there a fortnight
and nobody find me out—I saw—but hist !
look there.”’

Attention was directed to a man approach-
ing, leading by the hand a delicate, bright-
eyed little girl, who was looking forward to
the group, with that expression, part eager-
ness, part shyness, that at once betokened
the new scholar. And she looked so beauti-
ful with her little pale face and yellow curls,
even the boy on the gate-post ceased his
shouting to observe. her reverently, and