quite so loud as this of the past.

Then she felt in the silent, chill room a tattered presence, a little
half-frozen hand upon her own. She turned her streaming eyes, and they
were met by the big, wide eyes of Elsie.

"Miss Amanda, didn't you hear the door-bell ringing? There is something
- no, there is somebody - waiting down-stairs for you."

Half dazed, half afraid, ashamed of her tears, Miss Amanda left the
room, led by the child as by an unearthly presence into an unearthly
presence.

Who was this bearded man that folded her in his strong, true arms?

* * * * * * *

"I have so much to tell you, dear child. I am such a happy little girl.
Miss Amanda's dear brother has come home. She is so happy, and she loves
him so much. And, oh darling, they both love me! And it was all you! You
did it all! Oh, there is no knowing how much good one sweet, loving,
contented potato-child can do in a house."



A Story That Never Ends



Tommy was very angry. He rushed up-stairs and into his mother's room,