The daily Alaskan., 1919-03-01
She Had Spent Several Evenings Making Them Out of an Old Gray Flannel Pettieoat.

She Had Spent Several Evenings
 Making Them Out of an Old Gray
 Flannel Pettieoat.
 pockets in them of which was very proud. They came just to the tops of my shoes, which pleased me, for thereby the glory of my new shoes suffered no encroachment.
 The next Sunday after they were finished we had preaching in the sChOOlhouSe and was eager to go and wear my wonderful trousers. Un- cle Peabody said that he didn't know whether his leg would hold out or not through a whole meetln'." Ills left leg was lame from a wrench and pained him If he sat long in one po- sitlon. I greatly enjoyed this first public exhibition of my new trous- CTS. I remember praying in silence, as we sat down, that Uncle PeabOdys leg would hold out. Later, when the long sermon had begun to weary me, l prayed that 1t would not.
 It was a beautiful summer morning as we drove down the hills and from the summit of the last high ridge we could see the smoke of a steamer looming over the St. Lawrence and the big buildings of Canton on the distant flats below US. My heart beat fast when I reflected that l should soon see Mir. Wright and the Dunkel- bergs. had lost a little of my inter- est in Sally. Stn felt sure that when she saw my new brooches she would conclude that I was person not to be trifled with. When we got to Canton people were Hooking to the big stone Presbyterian church. It was what they called "deacon's meeting" I remember that Mir. Wright read from the Scriptures, and having explained that there was no minister in the village, read one of Mir. Edwards sermons, in the course of which went to sleep on the arm of my aunt. She awoke me when the service had ended, and whispered:
 "Come, we're goin' down to speak to Mir. Wright" remember Mir. Wright kissed me and said:
 Hello! Here's my boy in new pair O trousers" !"
 "Put yer hand in there," I said proudly, as I took my own hand out of one of my pockets, and pointed the way.
 He did not accept the invitation, but laughed heartily and gave me a little hug.
 When we went out of the church there stood Mir. and Mrs. Horace Dun kelberg, and Sally and some other children. It was tragic moment for me when Sally laughed and ran be- hind her mother. Still worse was 1t when a couple of boys ran away cry ing, Look at the breeches"
 looked down at my brooches and wondered what was wrong with them. They seemed very splendid to me and vet saw at once that they were not popular. I went close to my Aunt Deel and partly hid myself in her cloak. I heard Mrs. Dunkelberg say:
 Of course you'll come to dinner with usT"
 For second my hopes leaped high. was hungry and visions of jelly cake and preserves rose before me. Of course there were the trousers, but perhaps Sally would get used to the trousers and ask me to play with her.
 "Thank ye, but we've got a good ways to go and we fetched a bite with us-ayes r said Aunt Deel.
 Eagerly awaited an invitation from the great Mrs. Dunkelberg that should be decisively urgent, but she only said:
 "Pm very sorry you can't stay"
 My hopes fell like bricks and van ished like bubbles.
 The Dunkelbergs left us with pleas ant words. They had asked me to shake hands with Sally, but l had clung to my aunts cloak. and firmly refused to make any advances. Slow iy and without a word we walked across the park toward the tavern sheds.
 We had started away up the South read when, to my surprise, Aunt De9 mildly attacked the .DnnkelheERa-