The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-06-27

of her income that she could not be
pleased when her letters told her
that she was going to have a crowd
of visitors. How could she keep
Dorothy in shoes dorothy was
amazingly hard on her shoes, and
how was she TO buy, not bread alone
but pie and cake, for her city guests
when the family purse was nearly
empty? She asked herself these
questions while the anxious look in
her eyes deepened and deepened.
Here was a note from her brother.
Harold Grant, saying that he ex-
pected to visit her in few dzys 1t
was years since she had seen him,
for his home was many, many miles
away. She longed to see him, and
her eyes filled with happy tears
when she thought of his coming,
even while she could not help re
membering that the Sliding Bank
had suspended payment.
Ard here was Matilda Dare, an
aunt OF norothy's father, also COM
ing. Everybody knew what a fret
fui epicure Matilda Dare was, and
how she lived upon nothing but
delicacies. Dorothy watched her
mothers troubled face and Won
dered why people who never went
visiting were visited and why those
who had grand HOUSES did not re-
main in them instead of flliug the
Papineau houses until thev looked
like crowded sardine boxes.
She remembered how her own
home had looked on the proceeding
summer. A remote cousir named
Edna Marchont had come from New
York with her four children and the
French nurse. At least, they had
called her French rurse, and she
had worn the prett;est little Partisan
cap which had ever graced the head
OF a French b0nne. But when
Dorothy asked her to tell all about
Napoleon and the great things he
had done for her country, the girl
tossed her head and said, Shure, she
didn't know hat Misthur Naypola,
yon had done much for tie country,
but St. Patrick was the man who
druv all the snakes from the Crane
Dorothy hadn't said anything, but
she had made up her mind the nurse
was not SO French as her cap.
Cousin Edna had staid all sum.
mer and now she was coming again,
with the four children and nurse.
They would pick off all the four
o'clocks in the prim little garden,
just as if flowers were weeds. They
would keep her mother making pies,
and cakes, and puddings, until the
account at the grocery reached
alarming proportions, and until the
little mothers strength and funds
were exhausted.
Dorthy thought of all these things,
and she worried a great deal about
them. She went into the orchard
and seated herself in the swing, and
wondered what she could do to help
her mother out OF her difficulties.
By-and- by she thought of the tin
peddler and how he had settled his
troubles, and then she decided what
she would do.
She was very silent and busy for
a day or two. The poke bonnet
poked out in the most surprising
places. 1t was seen It the black
smiths, the painters and the car
penler's shop. And Dorothy begged
and borrowed such surprising
things Ia piece OF board, some
nails, pot of lampblack, and
stumpy old paint brush. She cou'd
not be tempted 10 tell what she in.
tended to do with them.
She painted a sign, board and
atterward nailed it to a stake. She
hammered her thumb aim, st as
much as she did the iron nails. She
had printed "BORDERS WANT
ED" on her board, and never once
suspected that an ca had escaped
from its place. Her plan was to
place the sign in the garden close
to the wall, as a sort OF scarecrow to
frighten-not crows but summer
guests away.
The sign had another duty to per,
form it must tell the public that
Mrs. Dare wanted to take a few
boarders to help exc out her ex,
penses. She had often talked of en-
gaging in this enterprise, but no
boarders had ever come near her
door.
Dorothy had worked very hard at
her sign board. She had put deal
of energy in her work and a great
amount of lampblack on her apron
Her heart had beaten tumultuouslv
when she had thought of COUSIN
Edna and the children driving up
the Papineau road, and, seeing the
sign, turning and driving back
again. 1t made her think of that
king of France in the nursery book
who
marching up the HILL
And then-marching down again"
The cab would be filled with
Cousin Edna, the four children, the
nurse, two French dolls and parrot.
Dorothy did not like the parrot.
1t had a tiresome trick of saying one
thing over and over again until she
lonptd 20 have it silent or else max e
a new remark.
Dorothy dragged the wooden