"Are the children going to speak their pieces this week?" asked Mrs.
Batcheller, as Anne tied on her hat and went out into the garden to
gather some roses for the teacher.

"Yes, on Saturday," said Anne; "it's going to be awfully nice. I have
asked Launcelot and Judy to come to the entertainment, and they have
promised to."

"I am going to be 'Cinderella' in the tableaux," she went on, as her
grandmother brought out the tiny lunch-basket and handed it to her,
"and Nannie and Amelia are to be the haughty sisters. We haven't found
any boy yet for the prince. I wish Launcelot went to school."

"He knows all that Miss Mary could teach him now," said the little
grandmother; "his father is preparing him for college, if they ever get
money enough to send him there."

"Well, if Launcelot's violets sell as well next winter as they did
this, he can go, 'specially if his mother keeps her boarders all
summer. He told me so the other day, grandmother."

"But he would make a lovely prince," she sighed. "Judy is going to
lend me a dress. She has a trunk full of fancy costumes."

"I hope you know your lessons," said the old lady, as Anne, escorted by
her faithful pets, started off.

"Oh, I studied them on Friday, before Judy came--how long ago that
seems--" and with a rapturous sigh in memory of her three happy days,
and with a wave of her hand to the little grandmother, Anne went on her