24 THE CINDERELLA FROCK,

terrified at the tumults and began to shrink
back, she managed to draw her apart, and get
her, if one excepted just her little brother
Georgie and Hatty Came, and Jane Orph,
quite to herself.

‘It’s so lucky,’”’ began Louise, hurrying
away with her to the white stone in the cor-
ner, ‘‘ you and I are made on purpose to be
friends, I’m sure; I liked you at the very
first, and I don’t doubt you,—Faugh ! talk-
ing about it won’t make us any better friends,
I guess. How old are you, Alice ?”’

‘¢ Fight.”

‘* Only eight! why don’t you ask me;
well I suppose you’re afraid of quizzing me ;
I’m not quizable though, thank you; I was
ten last August, the twenty-ninth day, and
my name is Adrianna Louise Carl, (with
folks I’m just only Louise, though,—a shame,
isn’t it?) at your service. There! I think