"No, she had an old brown dress that had faded out green and she
was dyeing it black," was the soft answer, and then Tom ran for
his life. Mrs. Green did not speak to him for almost a week
after that. And yet with it all she couldn't help but like the
boy.

Of course Peleg Snuggers came in for his full share of attention,
and the utility man had all sorts of jokes played on him until he
was almost in despair.

"Don't, young gents, don't!" he would plead. "Oh, my! An' to
think the term's just begun!" And he mopped his brow with his
red bandanna handkerchief.

"Peleg, you are getting handsomer every day," remarked Sam.
"It's a wonder you don't go into the beauty show in New York."

"Wot kind of a joke is that, Master Rover?"

"Oh, it's no joke. You are handsome. Won't you let me take your
photograph?"

"Have you got a camera?"

"To be sure. Here it is." Sam drew a tiny box from his pocket.

"Now stand still and I'll take a snap shot."

Snuggers had wanted to have his picture taken for some time, to