The Monticellonian., 1918-10-04

where-for the present. Doht see what else we can do, Aunty Rose"
 You may be sure, Joseph Stags, that her room was ready for her q week ago." Mrs. Kennedy rejoined. quite unruflled.
 The surprised hardware dealer gurgled something in his throat What room?" he finally stammered.
 That which was her mothers Han nah Stagg's room. It is next to nine and she will come to no harm there y
 "Hannah's!" exclaimed MT. Stags ''Why. that ain't been slept in since she went away"
 Tt is quite fit then said Aunty Rose, that it should be used for her child. Trouble nothing about things that do not concern you, Joseph Stagg,' she added with. perhaps, addi- tionai sternness.
 Carolyn May did not hear this She now produced the letter from her law yer.
 "There it is, Uncle Joe" she said. IT guess he tells you all about me in it.'
 Hum :" said the hardware man. clearing his throat and picking up his hat. .I'll read it down at the store.
 "Shall-shall see you again to- night, Uncle Joe?" the little girl asked wistfully. You know, my bedtime half-p eight"
 Well, if you don't see me tonight again, you'll be well cared for, l haven't doubt" said Uncle Joe short ly, and went out
 Carolyn May went soBerly back to her chair. Sine did not eat much more. Somehow there seemed to be big lump in her throat past which she could not force the food. As the dusk fell, the spirit Of loneliness gripped her and the tears pooled behind her eyellds, ready to pour over her cheeks at the least 'joggle.' Yet she WAS not usually 'cry-baby" girl.
 Aunty Rose was watching her more closely than Carolyn May supposed After her third cup of tea she arose and began quietly clearing the table, i The newcomer was noddiHg in her place, her blue eyes clouded with sleep and unhappiness.
 Tt is time for you to go to bed Garlyn May" said Aunty Rose firmly. T will show you the room Hannah Stagg had for her own when she was Il girl"
 Thank you, Aunty Rose" said the little girl humbly.
 She picked up the bag and followed the stately old woman into the back hall and up the stairway into the ell. Carolyn May saw that at the foot of the stairs was door leading out upon the porch where Prince was now nov ing about uneasily at the end of his leash. She would have liked to say good night" to Prince. but it seemed better not to mention this feeling to Aunty Rose.
 The fading hues of sunset in the sky gave the little girl plenty of light to undress by She thought the room very beautiful. too.
 Do you need any help. child?s asked Mrs. Kennedy, standing in her soldierly manner in the doorway. II was dusky there and the little girl could not see her face.
 "Oh, no, ma'am," said Carolyn May faintly.
 "Very we'll" said Aunty Rose and turned away. Carolyn May stood in the middle of the room and listened to her descending footsteps. Auaty Rose had not even bidden her good night.
 Like marooned sailor upon des- ert island the little girl went about exploring the bedroom which was to be hers-and which had once beer her mothers. That fact helped greatly. Then she looked at the high, puffy bed.
 "How ever can get into it?' sighed Carolyn May.
 She had to stand upon her tiptoes In her fluffy little bedroom slippers to pull back the quilt and the blanket and sheet underneath it. The bed was just a great big bag of feathers
 Just like big, big pillow thought the little girl. And if I dc get inte it I'm li'ble to sink down and down and down till I'm buried, and won't ever be able to get up in the morn ing"