66 THE CINDERELLA FROCK.

ing up there, a whole hour, at least, before
the school-time.

‘¢Good morning! good morning !’’ were
the ringing exclamations, as bonnet after:
bonnet fluttered along outside the fence,
everybody greeting everybody else cordially
because of the yesterday’s absences.

‘© Good morning, Louise Carl ; good morn-
ing !’’ cried a great chorus of voices, when
the quaint little favorite, who had been
anxiously watched for, was spied in the
distance.

‘©, aye, ah, good morning !’’ was the
flying response, ‘‘ good morning, everybody,
what’s the news? O, I know, —don’t tell!
Hatty Came told, last night. I and the sun
staid away yesterday, and all went wrong, it
seems. I knew ’t would—heigho! (one of
Louise’s grand capers in the air). Here we