THE CINDERELLA FROCK. OT

What can that mean, thought poor Louise.
‘¢ Cinderella dress! ’’ she asked no ques-
tions, however, but dropped the corners of
her mouth, and made believe to great contri-
tion, for her past imprudence.

‘‘I’msosorry,” she said humbly, ‘‘ but you
do look beautiful in that dress, Alice ; heigho,
I, for one, vote you shall wear it always.”

The little stranger looked perplexed, and
said thoughtfully, ‘* My father never said so,
Louise. I think he loves me the most when
I wear my old home frock. And beautiful
—Louise, he would never like to hear you
say that, I am sure, I am not good enough to
be beautiful.”’

‘¢ Your father ? then that man really was
your father ?”’

‘s Yes.”

‘© And you live in the old Hilton house ?”’

Fee!