held out her hands to his sister, crying, "Mary, Mary Ogilvie," and
there was an equally fervent response. "Is it? Is it really
Caroline Allen?" and the two friends linked eager hands in glad
pressure, turning, after the first moment, towards the house, while
Mary said, "David, it is my dear old schoolfellow; Carey, this is my
brother."

"You were very kind to these boys," said Carey, warmly shaking hands
with him. "The name sounded friendly, but I little thought you were
Mary's brother. Are you living here, Mary? How delightful!"

"Alas, no; I am only keeping holiday with David. I go back to-
morrow."

"Then stay now, stay and let me get all I can of you, in this
frightful muddle," entreated Caroline. "Chaos is come again, but you
won't mind."

"I'll come and help you," said Mary. "David, you must go on alone
and come back for me."

"Can't I be of use?" offered David, feeling rather shut out in the
cold; "I see a bookcase. Isn't that in my line ?"

"And here's the box with its books," said Janet. "Oh! mother, do let
that be finished off at least! Bobus, there are the shelves, and I
have all their pegs in my basket."

The case was happily in its place against the wall, and Janet had
seized on her recruit to hold the shelves while she pegged them,