continued to study Lydia's face. "Some day, my child, you'll make some
man's heart break, or lift him up to heaven."

Lydia squirmed.

"Well, Margery's taught now," she said hastily, "so I don't have to be
punished any more, do I?"

Marshall scowled slightly. "What do you mean? Don't you want Margery
to play with you?"

"Oh, sure, she can play, if she wants to, but I mean I don't have to go
get her and bring her into our games."

"No," said Dave slowly, "but I think it would be nice of you to sort of
keep an eye on her and get her dirty once in a while. There! Run
home, child, you're shivering."

With puzzled eyes, Lydia obeyed.

The most important result, as far as Lydia was interested, of the talk
between her father and Levine that night was that Amos decided
definitely to move the following week. Lydia cried a little over it,
reproached God in her prayers and then with a child's resignation to
the inevitability of grown up decision, she began to say good-by to the
neighborhood children and to help old Lizzie to pack.

Lydia did not see the new home until she rode out with the first
dray-load of furniture. She sat in the high seat beside the driver,
baby Patience in her lap, her thin, long little legs dangling, her