weather coming to drive us out; but I never dreamed of anything so dreadful as having to leave it right in this lovely warm weather."
"If Mr. Black had stayed in town," said Mabel, feelingly, "we'd be dusting that darling cottage this very minute."
Mrs. Crane sniffed in an odd way she had of doing whenever Mr. Black's name was mentioned. This scornful sniff, accompanying Mrs. Crane's evident disapproval of their dearest friend was the only thing that the girls disliked about Mrs. Crane.
"I know you'd like Mr. Black if you only knew him," said Bettie, earnestly. "In some ways you're a good deal like him. You're both the same colour, your eyebrows turn up the same way at the outside corners and you both like us. Mr. Black has a beautiful soul."
"Indeed," said Mrs. Crane. "And haven't I a beautiful soul too?"
"Why, of course," said Bettie, leaning
