HETTY’S RED GOWN.

“Come right here, Hetty! There’s something nice to tell you if ’twarn’t
for the lack of a gown. You've be’n ast to Susan Lowe’s party for a week
from to-day.”

“ Susan Lowe’s party!” repeated Hetty in wonder

“J s’pose it’s come about through the new minister’s boardin’ with the
Lowes. He’s a lib’ral-minded man ; I heard him at the Sunday-school Conven-
tion. They say he’s a master fence for bringin’ folks together.”

“Tf I only could go!” said Hetty, with a longing desire to attend, for once,
a village girl’s party.

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fine shirt that’s givin’ out, and you cous have it’s well’s not. But what to do
for a gown?”

Hetty put her book on the table. Its fascination had departed.

“Tf your Aunt Abigail Sage had only sent some things this year,’ went on
Mrs. Prior. “But she’s like the laylock bush by the gate, for giving. One
year it will be all a-clusterin’ over with flowers, an’ the next not a bunch on it.”

“QO, dear!” sighed Hetty.

“You might try pickin’ blackberries,” said her mother; “though father