running down the plank and making off
along the poplar drive, white-faced and
panting. I knew they thought Julie
was dead and that I'd be hung. I had
the same idea.

When we got to the sitting-room I
had a strange feeling of never having
seen it before. The tall stove, the
green and oak ingrain carpet, the green
rep chairs, the what-not with its shells,
the steel engravings on the walls,
seemed absolutely strange. I sat down
and counted the diamond-shaped figures
on the oilcloth in front of the stove;
and after a long time I heard Julie cry,
and mother say with immeasurable re-
lief:

"Aside from a shaking up, I don't
believe she's a bit the worse."

Then some one brought me a cupful
of cold water and asked me if I was
hurt. I shook my head and would not
speak. I then heard, in simple and em-
phatic Anglo-Saxon the opinions of my
father and mother about a girl who
would put her little sister's life in dan-
ger, and would disobey her parents.