but I do."

Sally dashed back into the rosebud room and
switched on the light. She stared around. She
opened a closet door. Then she turned off the light
and joined her husband.

"There was nobody there?" he whispered.

"Of course not."

When they were back in the study the rector
and his wife looked at each other.

"We will do the best we can," said Sally. "Don't
worry, Edward, for you have to write your sermon
to-morrow. We will manage some way. I will admit
that I rather wish Content had had some other
distant relative besides you who could have taken
charge of her."

"You poor child!" said the rector. "It is hard
on you, Sally, for she is no kith nor kin of yours."

"Indeed I don't mind," said Sally Patterson, "if
only I can succeed in bringing her up."

Meantime Jim Patterson, up-stairs, sitting over
his next day's algebra lesson, was even more per-
plexed than were his parents in the study. He paid