go Make-Believe

“Thank you,” said Doris, as he began
to throw back the moist earth into the
pit and cover up the flower and the box.

‘“ By-the-bye,” he exclaimed a moment
later, as they mounted the steep, grey-
gravelled path, leaving a heap of brown
earth behind them; ‘what did you call
her, Doris?”

— “T used to called her Hope,” answered
the child.