"I told you I was going to wear blue ribbons,"
Lily whispered to Amelia. Amelia smiled lovingly
back at her.

"Yes, I know, but I thought I would wear pink."




THE COCK OF THE WALK




THE COCK OF THE WALK

DOWN the road, kicking up the dust until he
marched, soldier-wise, in a cloud of it, that
rose and grimed his moist face and added to the
heavy, brown powder upon the wayside weeds and
flowers, whistling a queer, tuneless thing, which yet
contained definite sequences -- the whistle of a bird
rather than a boy -- approached Johnny Trumbull,
aged ten, small of his age, but accounted by his
mates mighty.

Johnny came of the best and oldest family in the
village, but it was in some respects an undesirable
family for a boy. In it survived, as fossils survive
in ancient nooks and crannies of the earth, old traits