old story, but very provoking.

"Oh dear," wailed Lucy, "'most school-time and my hair is all _over_ my
head!"

It did look wild. You could almost fancy it was angry because it had
not been allowed to curl after its own graceful fashion.

The "little two" started off in good season, hoping not to be seen by
Eddo; but he espied them from the window, and they heard him calling
till his baby voice was lost in the distance:--

"You ought to not leave me! You ought to not leave m-e-e!"

"He wants to go everywhere big people go."

"Yes," responded Bab. "Such babies think they are as old as anybody. Oh,
see that Mexican dog, how straight his tail stands up!"

"Like your hair," sighed Lucy. "If my hair would only be straight like
that!"

And neither of them smiled at this droll remark.

"But there's one thing we must remember, Bab. I'm glad I thought of it.
We must say, 'Miss' to Kyzie."

"Miss what?"

"Miss Dunlee. If we forget it, she'll feel dreadfully." And then they