CHAPTER X.
CLIMBING THE PEACH TREE.

My friend Laura was in my room a
day or two after I had written the story
of my sad adventure in the barn at Wil-
low Lane; and she took up the manu-
script which was lying on my table, and
read it.

‘‘How much this story makes me
think of a little incident in my own ex-
rience,” said she. And then she told