desided to pay you a weakly alowance of 10 cents a weak Rebecca Mary.
And I never asked her to. And she never said anything about charging
me for my sins. I was going to ask her but I found out she was poor.
That was a mistake, she isent. She must be SOME well of I think for
10 cents seams a great deal to have of your own every weak. But I
shant buy crimpers. Ime going to buy a present for Aunt Olivia byamby.
Ime very happy. I wish I knew how to spell hooray.'"

Suddenly Rebecca Mary was on her feet, waving the cookbook jubilantly.

"Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Thomas Jefferson!" she shouted, surprising the
gentle Sunday calm. She surprised Thomas Jefferson, too, but he was
equal to the occasion--Thomas Jefferson was a gentleman.

"Hoo-ra-a-a-ay!" he crowed, splendidly, with a fine effect of clapping
his hands.

This time there could be no doubt. This was applause.




The Bereavement



Thomas Jefferson was losing his appetite. Even Aunt Olivia noticed
it, but it did not worry her as it did Rebecca Mary.

"He's always had as many appetites as a cat's got lives--he's got