cottage if he hadn't been so fond of Bettie; but she doesn't put on any airs at all. She makes us feel as if it belonged to all of us."
"Bettie is a sweet little girl," said Mrs. Mapes, "but she's far too energetic for such a little body. You mustn't let her do all the work."
"Oh, we don't!" exclaimed Mabel, grandly. "Why, what are you laughing at, Marjory?"
"Oh nothing," said Marjory. "I just happened to remember how you scrubbed that bedroom floor."
From four to six on Monday afternoon, the little housekeepers, heavily burdened each time with their goods and chattels, made many small journeys between their homes and Dandelion Cottage. The parlour was soon piled high with furniture that was all more or less battered.
"Dear me," said Jean, pausing at the door with an armful of carpet. "How am I ever to get in? Hadn't we better straight-
