teach us to appreciate our mothers and know a little what they are
doing, the whole time."

CHAPTER VIII.

HALLOWE'EN.

"You have such a different way of looking at things from what
mamma did," said Katharine.

"Perhaps it is because we have lived so differently," Mrs. Hapgood
answered her.

It was a cold, gray day in late October, a day which showed that
November was close at hand. The other girls were off for some
frolic, Alan was reading and dozing on the sofa in the next room,
so Mrs. Hapgood and Katharine had the parlor to themselves, and
were snugly settled in two willow chairs drawn up in front of the
fire, Katharine busy on a dainty bit of embroidery, Mrs. Hapgood
putting a new sleeve into a gown which had yielded before Molly's
energetic elbows.

"I wonder if that is it." And Katharine laid down her work and
fell to pondering on the matter. After a time, she resumed, "After
all, auntie, I don't know but I like your way better. I thought at
first it was going to be slow here. At home, there's never any
time for quiet talks like this; it's just nothing but a hurry and
a scrabble, and when we get through, we've nothing to show for it.
I've only been here six weeks, but I really feel as if I know you
now better than I do mamma." And Katharine rested her head against