Norwich bulletin., 1913-07-26
(written Specially For The BuIietin)

Written Specially Fer The Bulietin)
 On one rainy day Janet Jennison was sorting her cabinet of sea shells, every collection bringing to her mind a pleasant memory of some friend or place, for Janet was toe happy and too wise to treasure up sad memories for reminders. As she locked them over, she unused on days gone by. and I'll tell you her thoughts.
 There is that box of shiny yellow scales. Those came from Orient Point, Shelter Island. I did not stay there so they represent only days pleasure. We went there on an excursion with our Sunday School, and were real explor- CTS of the beach. There was no house there and evidently no one had pre- ceded us of late. 1 had a class of six little ones to look after. and how they delighted in picking up shells. The sand was full of them, and shone like gold. The children'S pleasure was Tn picking them up, and then they gave them all to me at the end of the day. Dear little ones they are all grown up now and scattered to many different homes. Some of them remember me occasionally in one way or another and all seem to be doing well. I liked them so much, but have never since taken charge of a class.
 Here is d box of scallop shells May Fenton collected them with me. We thought we would make a portiere of them for our room at college, but our zeal gave out after breaking a few in stringing them, and the portiere was never made. May married soon after her college days were ended, and a missionary at that. She, the merriest girl of the lot! She writes me of her happy life in the East and of her de- light in the work given her to do. She is mother of three little ones the oldest named for me, and 1 am very proud of my narnesake. though I've never seen her Her picture in Chin ese costume reached me not long since and she has her mothers happy win some smile and bright eyes.
 Oh, here is my box of little pointed shells. which I collected at a Rhode Island summer resort with an odd In- dian name. All the girls there were picking up these shells to string for necklaces, and of course l must have one like the rest
 Bobby Sayles helped me find them, and 1 know 1 should never have had the patience to pick out so many of the tiny things. However, 1 became tired of Bob after a time. He seemed to think he was entitled to hold me by a chain stronger than shells just be- cause I was friendly to him, and made a great fuss if 1 even looked at any other fellow. He didn't like it at all when I accepted some shells from Reglnald RadcllIte, and lntlrnateQ that no shells must be put in that chain ex- cept those be gave me. How angry he was because I said one day that Reginald Radcliffe was a musical name, and snarled out something about the twanging of a jewsharp. In fact, Bob became quite unbearable, and I had to snub him severely at the last. He claimed I had encouraged him. but hadn't l had only treated him ciVilly. as I did all the others. He accused me of being a firt and left the beach in much haste after his last inter view with me. I am told he is a pros porous lawyer at the West, but he has never deigned to notice me since that summer. Some boys are so silly over a little affair of that sort.
 Lucy Lowering helped me gather this lot She was one of my college friends more devoted to her books than most of us, but finding time for all the fun that was going the rounds She was the only one of our set who turned her attention to teaching. Lucy went west and has taught there ever since had a letter from her few days ago in which she told me of her recent marriage to an old friend of mine, whose name she does not reveal. She told me to expect their announcement