THE ONERYS AND WHAT HAPPENED DURING SUMMER VACANTION HAND in hand they came from the schoolground. It was only half pa^t 1 and the clay was Wednesday, yet for them the long vaca tion had begun. § With a hop, skip and jump 'they, came down the avenue, beneath The row of pepper tjfces, their feet striking the walk with varying sounds. Margy'fi llew in And out below skirts whose fluffy shortness displayed iplump black knees. Her beribboned ties looked like darting butterflies, and they sounded a gay tap, tap. Long curls pranced about a face of cameo like fineness, lighted by-glowing brown eyes. Margy had the marking of a thoroughbred. - Not so Dolly. Her thin, straight legs were hidden in limp, narrow skirts that sagged in the back as though desirous of connecting with heavy, soiled shoes not less "than two sizes larger than her slim feet. These struck the sidewalk with a cheerful clump, clump, clumpcrty clump. . Dolly's hair was tow color and straggling; her sensitive skin was be spattered with freckles; her eyes — ah, but Dolly did have eyes that made up for all other deficiencies — big. limpidly blue, trustingly sweet. Dolly's ryes ir.irrorcd her blessed little soul. At tirst there was no sound but the tap, tap, clumperty clump; then Margy breathed a joyful sigh. • "Onerysf? she murmured. "Onerys!" repeated Dolly. "Jess you an' me in the whole class." Margy *s voice indicated a num "bcr complete. ' ' ''ft' * "Yon an' me,'' concurred Dolly. "An* we'll have two more days' vacation 'an all the rest." "Two more days," agreed a blissful echo. Then they skipped with renewed vigor. . A branch of the sidewalk curved into a yard where a big magnolia nm p. small cottage. Around this curve .they came with speed unabated. Dolly's breath was coming short. "We'll tell mother," slated Margy. -V "Yes," in the slowing up to climb four steps Dolly gamed her second -wind. "An' then we'll s^ an' tell — mother." Mother looked up from the cutting table, tape measure aloft in her hand. Mrs. Gray turned about from the sewing machine. Lulu paused in the act of drawing her needle through the sleeve of Elizabeth Eldridge's white organdy. All three faces expressed proper degree of surprise at the fight of two little girls home from school at half past 1 on Wednesday. "Mother,"' Margy tried to speak with unconcern, but she beamed com placently, "me an' Dolly arc onery/' "Onery," sighed the echo. Mother choked and hastily removed pins from her mouth. "Xot really!" she cried. Margy nodded. Mother was a satisfactory person to surprise. ' "Jess me an' Dolly in the whole class, an' we have two days more vacation *aftaU the rest.** •-'An all the rest." piped DoUr. her Checks pink with exertion. "Bless me." exclaimed mother, 'isn't this splendid. A whole, long va cation and two extra days! What are jou going: to do with so much time?" * "Oh. we have a great deal to do: a great deal." Not hearing- the usual corroboration, Margy turned inquir ingly. Dolly vr»s nodding like, a man darin. "First we must go an' tell Dolly's mother an" get Sybella PearL Mother, could you make one dress for Sybella rear!?" Just one? She has only a siig-ht dress. Ali Stella's dresses are too short an* fat for her." -Mother shook her head regretfully. "I wish I could, honey, but Elizabeth Kldridge's work must be done by Mon day night. Then, Mary Hart must have hers. But mother will soon have a vacation: then we will look into the ca?"» of Sybella Pearl." '"Fore the accident mother could do anything I wanted," grumbled Margy, as they went down the steps. "If there hadn't" been an accident Sybella Pearl could have as many dresses as Stella," "If there hadn't been an accident, you wouldn't knowed me an" Sybella Pearl." Dolly stated philosophically. A FEW SHORT STORIES FROM JUNIOR CALL WRITERS . Only a Homeless Dog i:i>ic n. sheaxor, 345S Twentjr-slxth Street. San Fran (\u25a0Uc.'. Aged 14 Years BUNK was a black and tan col ored dog,. He had been homeless ever since lie was born. When a small puppy he had roamed the streets with his mother, but one day a car ran over her and Bunk was a'one, without friends or home. He had tried to lick the cold, mo tionless form of his mother back into life, and asrhe lay beside her lifeless body that nigHt the world looked very dreary to him and he wished that h«». too, could dse. Many months had passed since then nnd fate had not dealt kindly with Bunk, but now that the barrel served es a bed and storehouse for his food he felt very happy and contented. One day the grocery keeper hap pened to see Bunk in the barreL "Here, this wont do." he exclaimed. "I am not going to have eny stray dogs hanging around my store." and tak ing up the barrel he dumped the con tents—one sack, some etraw, six bones, five crusts of bread, a, couple of boiled potatoes and a piece of bacon —into © grarbage can. Poor Bunk stood by watching his food being thrown away. He looked riteously up at the man and begged, as only a dog can beg, for his food to be given back. "Get out of here, you cur." shouted the man. and picking «ip several stones, threw them at Bunk. Now Bunk didn't kftow where to go. All the food he had labored so hard to get was gone. The only place where he had been free from the kicks end the cuffs of th»; boys and men was gone. Winter would soon be here and b* would trurely starve or freeze to death. lie turned up a street in search of a place to sleep when night came on. He poked his head Into an alley and ffome one hit him • with a tin can. He looked into a. vacant lot, but a parser by kicked him away. He started to go into a yard, .but a woman poured hot water on him. Aching from the burns and bruises he had received he could hardly drag himself a!ongV so turning into a side street he , started to He down when a fierce "bow wow," from a large dog near by decided him to keep on going. . Nlprht was fast coming on. Bunk had had no breakfast, dinner or sup- Der. He was tired and bruised all over. MOT HER GOOSE UP IN THE AIR Lilian Cone Considered in this light, ittargy xeic that ehe could no longer regard the accident that deprived father pf a right hand as an untempered sorrow. Before the accident her home had been in San Francisco, and father worked in a place where there were great Iron machines. Instead of being a drummer. The commercial meaning of drummer, as connected with father, had been fully explained, but her proud fancy loved to picture him with a drum slung from his shoulders; his" one hand doing double duty as he marched in the lead of long regiments of soldiers. Before father's arm had become 'well they came across the bay to live, ana tnotner began making dresses for little girls whose mothers, presumably, did not know how. This was the chain of events that had brought about Dolly. Of course, in the new school Margy was & stranger, and the first recess, in which she stood shyly apart watching familiar games, was a forlorn affair. Just as the bell rang-, a thin hand was thrust into hers and she looked into eyes "bluer than Stella's" she after ward told mother. "I like you the best of anybody." said the owner of the eyes; "let's you an' me be chumps." Seeing an open gate that led into , a yard in back of a store he managed to slip past the watchful store keeper and lie down in back of some boxes,' where he slept undisturbed until morn ing- He was discovered early next morn ing by the store keeper and put out side in no gentle manner. ,It was nearly noon befoxe Bunk discovered a cave in a vacant yard that some chil dren had probably dug. Dragging a few old rags he had found into It he fixed himself- a bed. Several days had passed since then and one day, while out looking for food, he saw a littlu girl running di rectly in front of a pair of plunging horses. Bunk sprang to rescue her. The horses swerved slightly to one side as a man made a Jump for the reins, and one white, gleaming hoof descended on Bunk's head with a crunching sound, and the horses gal-, loped wildly over him. A great num ber of people had witnessed this heroic attempt of the dog to save the girl, and many rushed to her side. She had fainted away from fright, but by some strange miracle was otherwise unhurt, but Bunk, brave, generous, noble dog, the friendless and abused, was dead - Gretchen and the Cabbage Stalk ALICE 31. TOFT, Mountain Vlctt. Ace IS Voarn | GUETCHEN was a poor German girl. She had no parents and she had to work very hard to get her bread. Her mistress was very stingy, and poor Gretchen was often cold and hungry. She was in the kitchen one day scrubbing, as usual. Presently the stalk of the cabbage that she had thrown In the stove began to grow. She saw it, and fearing that It would be like "Jack's bean stalk,""took some tongs and> threw It outside. Still it grew and spread Its leaves all over the yard. Gretchen did not know what to do. Her mistress came out and began scolding her. Then, in the heart of the cabbage, smoke was seen. Her mistress saw ~ It- She pushed her toward it. "Go," she said, "you hussy. I hope you burn to a clndefc." Poor Gretchen stumbled into . the heart of the cabbage. Tocher sur prise the smoke ceased. A flight of stairs was before her and she descend ed them. * Down she went to the bot tom. Here a big iron door opened, as If by magic, to let her through, and then it closed with a bang. A coun try, known as the underworld, stretched before her. A long row of fountains was the next thing she saw. The San Francigco CalUSalurday^nly 17; 1909^-TOc Junior^Galh "Chumbs." hastily corrected 2Margy, as they fell Into line. V. ....;•' Again in her seat she. discovered, to her* joy, that- her new chum was just across the aisle. Now Margy was a .strict disciplinarian, but - here \u25a0 seemed a, case where . exceptions : should*^ rule. Under cover of her Third Reader she laboriously penned, her formal intro duction and at an auspicious moment tossed-it across the aisle. "I am ate," was its startling openinjr. "My name is Margy Barret. My father is Tom Barret. He Is a drumer." .-'.- She cast many sidelong glances , at Dolly, \u25a0"\u25a0 who, after catching the note, appeared to be industriously studying. Margy grew uneasy, but eventually the answering note sped across the aisle. "I am 8 2"; at first: glance this was yet more surprising. "My name is Dolly Dunbar. My father's name is Perfesser Dunbar. He is a Sine Tiffick." Margy puzzled long and deeply over these last words. "Sine Tlfflck" was an occupation of which her limited experi- \u25a0 ence had taught her nothing. "Sine Tifflick"? "Sine"? Oh, she knew what signs were! Keep .off the grass. .No trespass. She had not thought of it : before, but some one had to make all those signs, and annoying though they were, Dolly's father had a perfect right to do bo. As yet, Margy was purely , democratic. What "Tiffick" alluded to ' she did not attempt to solve. It did not matter. Dolly had proved a satisfactory - chum. Indeed. To her adoring com pliance might be attributed the fact that from that day of their introduc tion to this, with its crown of honor, no shadow had fallen across their chumship. And now two additional days had been added to a vacation for which voluminous plans had been laid, designed to cover-eight lost years. According to agreement, 9 o'clock Thursday morning found Margy es tablished on the steps of the cottage. A big trunk — so big that it had to be dragged about by a string — stood at her side. s Stella, radiant in 16 inches of blonde loveliness, sat on her lap. r Until mother had her vacation It would ba necessary to select the longest and narrowest garments from Stella's abundant wardrobe to adorn the taller and more attenuated form of Sybella Pearl. To this end the morning meet ing had been called. When half an hour dragged by, bring ing no Dolly, small wonder unaccus tomed Ire for her friend darkened Mar gy"s round face. If Dolly poked in this fashion not half of those eight lost years would be covered. Gradually she became Interested In the doings at the brg house, whose, grounds were divided from the lesser ones of the cottage by a paling fence well hidden In red geraniums. On verandas that ran three sides of the house Japanese boys were arranging camp chairs and gay colored hammocks. ICear *whare the wide lawn met the geranium hidden fence stood a pa vilion, much like the one In the tea garden at Golden Gate park. Here lit tle tables and more chairs were beins carried. Farther back — for the grounds ran wide and deep — swings whose little red seats faced each other were belnj? set up. Margy had also seen larger counterparts of these at the park. It would be nice when Dolly came if they She passed the fountains of tempta tion, wealth, health and others, but at the fountain of happiness she stopped. " It looked cool and refreshing, so she took off her shoes and stockings and went In. The fountain was like an elevator, for it began to make its way to the second underworld. Down It went until it had gone quite a ways. It stopped and the side of the fountain opened to let Gretchen out. She found herself in the throne room of a big palace, where a prince was be ing crowned. The prince saw her and after he was made king he called her and asked who she was. Gretchen told him. He made her one of his servants for a while and, after he knew her better, they were married, and lived happy ever after. Should you like to know what her mistress thought when Gretchen dis appeared? She was angry, for no one else would do her work, and so she had to do it all herself. Ah Yen's Christmas EIiEAAOR ORR, Clovcrdale, Cnl.. Age 14 Year* AH YEN was a little slave girl who was found by the kind ladles of the Salvation Army and was taken. to live at a pleasant home with many other little Chinese girls. \Ah Yen's little toes had been bound under her feet so that when she grew up she could wear shoes no larger than a little baby's. Almost all of the great ladies in China have their feet bound. When Ah Yen was brought to the Army the first thing that the matron did was to take the tight bands off her feet. In one year Ah Yen could walk like other little girls, without stumbling. Ah Yen liked Christmas time better than the Chinese new year. They were not going to have a dragon at the home. They were going to have a feast and a Christmas . tree. - The Christmas tree, lighted with can dles, stood in the home ' schoolroom and Ah Yen stood with wide open eyes looking at . the bright stars and balls, the string of" popcorn and glittering threads -that hung upon the branches. Then Santa Claus came with - his long, white beard and .his coat of : fur and gave each little girl a present" and a bag of candy. .Ah Yen was very happy. "She did not laugh as a little American child does. She did not run and play, but she clung tightly to one leg *of •-; her doll, of ten PAUL WEST Hhere was: a man in our town, And he was won drou^ wise. He jumped^into an aeroplane, -And flew up. to the skies. And when he found hirnseiftoohigrr; With- all his might and main He jumped;into an pther^ship Andflewdb^ynHome again; might swing In those idarllng red chairs. But Dolly did not come. Margry's inter est In the miniature Golden Gate park waned. "Mother," she cailed, "I am going to find Dolly." "..'«\u25a0 ""Well," mother's voice came* back, with hesitation, "don't disturb the pro fessor, honey; and wear your hat." Obedient to the letter of mother's command, she slid the elastic of ; her. wide brimmed sailor hat under her chin and pushed the hat till it rested on her shoulders. Stella stared with an engaging smile. Margy returned the smile with a sigh. Stella was the sweetest thing when her long curls of real hair were set off by that red cap. Her automobile coat had a lace edge handkerchief peeping: from one of its truly pockets; red shoes showed balow a gown of white. Stella was a dear; but, al*o, she was heavy and she had no carriage. v Margy adjusted her carefully in" the hollow of her arm* and she went dowa the walk. touching the pink foot with her slim brown hand. V Santa Glaus asked each little, girl what made her happy..- One was glad because she had a little bed In which to sleep. Another was glad because her teacher loved her. _: Ah Yen was very shy when she was spoken to, and at first would not an swer. When asked again, "Have you noth ing to be -thankful for._^h Yen?" "Yiss," answered Ah Yen, looking away from Santa Claus. "What is itr* kindly asked the .matron. "Big feet," Ah Yen shyly answered. Then she hid her little face behind her sleeve, for Santa Claus laughed and gave her an other bag of candy. The matron took her in her lap and promised that her little feet should never be bound again. If the Moon Should Come Tum bling Down If the moon should come tumbling down, my dear, If tho moon should come tumbling: down; Just think of the people , who'd surely frown In every hamlet and village and town. On the old earth so round and big and brown, " -If the moon should come tumbling down. ' If the moon should come tumbling -down, my dear. If the moon should come tumbling down; Just think of the. people who'd surely smile -. At the fun of seeing it In a pile, ; While fast the ne"ws sped o'er many a mile, : , If the moon should come tumbling down. /. , ' "•*; V If the moon should come . tumbling down, my dear, . If the moon should come tumbling. down; \u25a0 * .'\u25a0'. : Just think of the people who'd heave a sigh ' ' In worry for fear it had passed, them - . : \u25a0;- by. ". ":-:\u25a0-\u25a0: -- - \ ' \u25a0\u25a0\u25a0'.' \; -; And of those who'd, even begin to. cry, . If the moon should come tumbling: • down. • .- - \u25a0',' If the moon- should come tumbling down, my. dear, ' ' If the moon .should come tumbling down; \u25a0 \u25a0 .-' ' • < :'.v.. Just think of the people that It would ,- '\u25a0 .please, - \u25a0" -~ \u25a0\u25a0 ' '"\u25a0 - "Who want to see if It's made of; green ' . -cheese,;. , ' \u25a0"' "'..'V' *; \u25a0'-,--.;;../. , . And take big bites of it quite at:their.; ".ease, ; -:•"'.\u25a0 •' \u25a0 -: ;.' - -.- ':',-' .-. If the moon should come _ tumbling - down. If the moon should come tumbling down, my dear, - If the moon should -come tumbling _ down; : V.; \u25a0'•"\u25a0\u25a0.; \u25a0-':\u25a0 = i Just think Vof .children who'd: open : their;eyes ; ,-. >;':'-. \u25a0.\u25a0\u25a0 - •'/ v' .. : To -try and discover the real true^size; Of tire man .who lives* far. up in \u25a0 the . ',' ..skies, \u25a0'\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0",\u25a0 \u25a0 ''... - '. '••- "•\u25a0*.'• \u25a0"'.•.\u25a0"\u25a0 ' : '.- If the moon should come tumbling ' down./ . '•':\u25a0--: - . If the ; moon ; should , come tumbling. ; down, my :dear, \ -,; If the moon should come tumbling: ' down; - *" - . . ' \u25a0>\u25a0>\u25a0;' _ Just think of the people who'd' then .; A: look wise, : Remarking that it would surely not \u25a0\u25a0: \u25a0 \u25a0 -rise ' " : .v " "\u25a0 •\u25a0•\u25a0'"'-'\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0; \u25a0 '\u25a0.'\u25a0 In '. face of this unexpected -\u25a0 surprise, " ? V If the; moon should cbme tumbling; 1 down, v,;'".-' ";/\u25a0? ' ..\u25a0\u25a0-'." ..': "-'.'\u25a0 If. the moon. 'should come; tumbling "down, raytdear. : : ; : If . the moon • should; come; tumbling \u25a0 down; ; ; \ : '.:'". -•\u25a0.'\u25a0 : .T... -yy A.\u25a0A '.\u25a0. \u25a0\u25a0 ..';. '.• Why,} we wouldn't: frown, or,; smile, r; or.' \u25a0~ r cry,' , >J , ' ; *,'"'•\u25a0 For wonder "if were' -awry; We'd know : "t'was just" sleepy ? time .' in : • ' vtheJsky. -\u25a0!\u25a0\u25a0/ ' : "-.' : . •\u25a0 '"-" •• '-"\u25a0- \u25a0*\u25a0"\u25a0\u25a0 ' \u25a0V. If ; the jrrioon 'should > come tumbling" "I s'pose you must go, honey," she .murmured, "but you do make my arm tired." V •* : Half an hour later she came slowly back, despair written large in her soul. Stella, dragging reluctant toes, hung by one arm. Dolly was sick abed! As they came trailing hopelessly past the Golden Gate park house a polite "Good morning" accosted them. Hastily lifting Stella. .Margy stared. Leaning on the gate was 'a girl but a little larger' than herself, a beautiful blonda girl In a wonderful grownuppy gown and her hair adorned with an enormous pink bow. "What's your name, dear?" questioned this lovely stranger. Margy's finger crept to the corner of her mouth as she answered. "That's a nice name," 1 the young lady assured her graciously. "Mine's Eva Sampson. Where do you live, sweety?" Margy Indicated with her thumb. . "Oh!" Eva seemed now to know all about her. "You are from the city and have taken that cottage for the sum Interesting Points About Frogs . and Toads B^ . Our familiar toad has more than. two -hundred: relatives "in the world. Includ ing tke curious Surinam island toad; which* keeps /Its babies on . Its back, each baby in a -separate pocket. - But our fat old Bufo, or garden toad, has no such foolish . tricKs,^ for he lays his eggs in damp places, generally in the water itself, and his babies do as the frog babies do until they become tiny frogs. Then, remembering they are toads, they scramble out on land and hide in damp, dark places, coming out suddenly; when there is a sharp shower or at night: to: feed. I It Is a mistake to imagine toads are poisonous to the touch; for. you can handle them— if you want to— ln per fect safety, as long as you have no bleeding or raw places on your hands. The English toad ', Is .covered with tubercles that exude a moisture very acrld and sharp, and dogs are sorry if they bite a toad over there. But in our land we have a. more respect able toad, which is related to tho .European toad called the Natterjack. Frogs live everywhere,, in ponds, lakes and rivers; in the soil. In damp places, In bushes and trees and even r ENTER JUNIOR GALL CERTIFICATE CONTEST This isjnota Voting Contest or a Chance Game. Fillxout ithis^enlistoentJßlatik]; todays— and mail to Junior Qall Contest Department. Enlistment Blank San Francisco, Call: : . Please send me detailed information regarding your • Certificate Contest. My age is.^.... years. ~i -^ : T City .-. ... ._. .:.,.<. .5... .-«i*«... >c . .^--oro. . .v-0.--:--.' Send in Your^ Name and We Will Show You mer. Some one \u25a0, always doesl' Burtons had It last year; they, took their meals over-here. _Ar« you going fo take your meals overthere?". Marry did not think so.' ' ' \ - . '. .i ' • Eva "... looked - disappointed. "Does your mother' do all her own work?" Margy. proud of mother's talents, now. found: her voice. "Oh; no; mother has ' to -have Mrs. Gray and Lulu all. the time." Eva' opened the gate enticingly., j "Don't you want to come in and play with roe. darling? I'll get my dolly and; •we will have a tea party in the pavil ion." ' , •.' MJargy, gezed longingly into tha chartned' lnclosure. "Mrs. Dunbar said mayb\e I could play with Dolly a little while* \u25a0this: afternoon. I—"I — " She hesi tated; the 1 charms of a tea party in a truly : pavilion . bore . down upon her. "You keep Stella while I go and ask motheVV This would insure a return at leastt as far as the gate. Mother suspended her snipping, scis sors lone enough to give attention to the changed program. "Poor" Dolly," she commented. "Isn't it too baA she is sick, honey? And who is this wonderful Eva?" It was Mrs. Gray who gave the In formation. "'lt's the Sampsons, who keep sum mer boawiers rtext door. Elizabeth Eldrldge's people always spend tho summer tl*»re and other city business men bring? their families. ; It's a fine Margy was not Interested in these details. She impatiently urged for and presently obtained the desired permis sion. • • The tea party was a success and was many times repeated. Swinging chairs afforded a pleasant diversion, and Eva, while lackln* Dolly's pliability, never theless mads a charming playmate. Thus it cam-e about that plans laid to fill up those two hard won days came to naught. The long vacation was still ahead. . . . Saturdayjmornlng Margy was estab lished in a'rud swing with Eva oppo site, when aXfamillar "Yeho, Margy, sounded. . . -"-.\u25a0 "': '\u25a0' •That's DoOy!" Margy rushed to the gate, followed \u25a0by Eva. "Yeho. Dolly; come over here." Dolly, a little paler than her wont, with Sybella '\u25a0 Peaxl arrayed, in her one garment. Sangling limply across her arm. appeared from behind the magnolia. "Come over Here." she called. "You come here," returned Margy, but as she essayed -to open the gate for her restored chtm Eva interfered. "Who Is this strange child Y' she demanded. "Why — why." MaTgy was bewildered by the frigid tone and j fell into an error of Dolly's. "She — she's my chump." : "• "I should say as much." cried literal Eva. "Run home, little girl, you can't. come in here." Dolly held her ground with beseech ing eyes on Maxgy. "I've brought Sybella Pearl," she remarked suggest ively. Margy regardediher fellow honorary in puzzled questioning. Why did not Eva like Dolly? Could it be because she looked skimp?? "Dolly Is — er, better than she looks," she' averred faintly. in caves sometimes. Their one requis ite is plenty of water, plenty of in sects _to -eat. and not too much hot sunshine. Strange to say. the amphi bians. as the ' frogs nnd newts are called, require abundance of moisture, while the scale covered reptiles, such as lizards and "snaikes, love hot, dry places often; very dry. sandy deserts and hottest surlshine suits some kinds. But- it should be remembered that all animals and all living things, plants included, must have some water to live. 9 Man's Life Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomor- * row, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted » fools Tha way to dusty detoth. Out, out. brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player. That struts and frets Ms hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an Idiot, full, of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. "—William Shakespeare. Dolljr brightened hopefully at this meager, praise. , "Lots better." sha promptly claimed. "'Sides 'it wasn't stagous anyway. I just studied too hard to keep up with, Margy. You know you couldn't catch that." But Eva only frowned coldly. "Run along home, child; we are not. allowed to play with everybody. Come, Margy dear." ' They went back to the swing, to th« receding clumperty-ciump of Dolly's shoes, but there was a queer lump . In Margy's throat and suddenly swing chairs grew 'to be hateful things and pavilions but a little better. She willingly left a. dolls" party in full tilt at the noontime call for lunch. When lunch i was over she would, have liked to cuddled up to mother with a new burden of questions ati>l confessions, but business at the little cottage was unusually pressing. »•> mother had time only for a kiss and a "Wasn't It good to see our Dolly again, honey girl?" before she re turned to the sewing 1 room. . Margy stood for a while disconso lately watching the busy scene; then went slowly back to th» big housa Here, too, unusual activity was being; displayed. Trunks were being un loaded from a bis wagon; strange men and women were strolling: about the grounds and the pavilion, wh*r9 Stella sat clad in her best party frock. : was crowded with girls, large .and small. She could distinguish but two that she knqir, Eva, a.nd Elizabeth I Eldrtdge. "Why," cried out the last named, rex* edly, "here's the Uttla girl of Mrs. Bar- j rett. my dress maker, after me so soon. , Tour mother don't want me to coma ' over now, does she. child?" Margy shook her head, overcome by * shyness, for Eva was looking- at her in { the way she had at Dolly. What could; be wrong? She put up a qalck hand to • her hair* and glanced hastily at be* dainty slippered feet. ; "You may run along home, little girl.'* j Eva said coldly; "you can't play here."* For a moment Mar*v cazed mnteljr" at the scornfully smiling group, then her face went a hot scarlet. She picked : up Stella, who smiled with the others, silently turned about and trudged home. She did not want to see mother, os; any one now, so she slipped in the back . way and gained her own little room un- ; observed. Here she climbed on th» : bed and seating Stella on her lap ear nestly regarded her. Alas, her sinila was still scornful. With a sudden pa** : sion she slapped the unfeellns face, then buying: her own in a pillowr scobbed herself to sleep. Now it would seem that har troubles ought to be over for the present;, ap parently the poor, outraged doll thought otherwise, for Margy was sura ' she had climbed on the pillow and was trying to pull it away. •'Don't," begged Margy, "1 didn't, mean to." "I know you didn't." Stella said,'tri umphantly, "so I corned back." How like Dolly that sounded. Margy sat up and stared eagerly Into big* trustful eyes. "Were they Stella's — or — ? "Dolly."! she cried. "Oh Dolly, you, did come hack." "I did come back," Dolly assented beamingly. Saltfields of India A traveler In India is quoted in th<» Spectator (London.) as giving an ail mlrable thumbnail sketc*i of the salt fields oflsa and KheT." Between Kohat and Bannu he .comes to "an ocean of sand and stone, all tinted blue in the strong sunlight, deepening: from the palest blue-gray to sapphire and ultra marine." Below- a range of hill 3 whose peaks pierce the clouds runs a low, jagged chain, bare of all vegetation. The valley in front of him is covered with white drifted salt. Profound un broken silence hangs over the. summit and abyss; two eagles flying high over head are the only signs of life. A soli tary Englishman is discovered in charge of the salt. "I found him standing Sy his scales; a long row of camels passes before him, caravans waiting to be dispatched. One camel after another, a keen glano at the scales, a line scribbled in a t)i; book. Day in, day out, nothing but salt and camels." "In one - year I shall be following you; my leave is due- then," said the salt director hopefully. "But thlnlc how many camels he m-ill have counted by that time!" murmurs the guest. 3