ignorance, to mount them was stopped and
jostled none too good-naturedly back to the
ground.

``And see,'' mused the Hon. Sam, ``in
lieu of the dog of an unbeliever we have a
dark analogy in that son of Ham.''

The little sister plucked me by the sleeve
and pointed toward the entrance. Outside
and leaning on the fence were Mollie, the
big sister, and little Buck. Straightway I
got up and started for them. They hung
back, but I persuaded them to come, and
I led them to seats two tiers below the
Blight--who, with my little sister, rose
smiling to greet them and shake hands--
much to the wonder of the nobles and
ladies close about, for Mollie was in brave
and dazzling array, blushing fiercely, and
little Buck looked as though he would die
of such conspicuousness. No embarrassing
questions were asked about Mart or
Dave Branham, but I noticed that Mollie
had purple and crimson ribbons clinched
in one brown hand. The purpose of
them was plain, and I whispered to the
Blight:

``She's going to pin them on Dave's