Ww. V«.

lent and too precipitate child, who was so
eager to oblige or obey that she rushed off
before she could be told what to do; and
as this was the only story W. V. knew which
had obviously a moral, W. V. made it a
great point to explain that “little girls ought
not to be too good; ¢f— chey — only — did
— what— they — were — told they would be
good enough.”

W. V.’s mother had been taken seriously ill
a few weeks before, and as a house of sickness
is not the best place for a small child, nor a
small child the most soothing presence in a
patient’s room, W. V. had undertaken a mar-
vellous and what seemed an interminable jour-
ney into the West Highlands. Her host and
hostess were delighted with her and her odd
sayings and quaint, fanciful ways; and ghe,
in the plenitude of her good-nature, extended
a cheerful patronage to the grown-up people.
Littlejohn had no children of his own, and it
was a novel delight, full of charming sur-
prises, to have a sturdy, imperious, sunny-
hearted little body of four and a half as his
constant companion. The child was pretty
enough, but it was the alert, excitable little

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