Then her eyes brightened.

"I know where I'll go!" she cried.

She turned from the avenue into a pretty street, and ran along until
she reached a house that set a little farther back than the others.

"There's a lady who lives here who looks pleasant, and I've always
meant to see the inside of her house," thought Gwen. "I can stay a
little while there, and be just in time to meet the other girls when
they come out of school."

She rang the bell.

No one came to the door. After waiting a few moments she rang again.

Again she waited, listening for approaching footsteps. Then she stooped,
and tried to peep through the keyhole. She turned, a crafty light in
her eyes, and she nodded until her curls danced as she softly said;

"What if the door isn't locked? And what if I should walk right in,
and sit down? What would happen?"

She looked elfish as she asked the questions, a smile parting her lips.

Carefully she turned the knob and then, a gentle push opened the door,
and on tiptoe, she entered, making her way along the hall to a room
where the sunlight streamed across the floor.

The hall had been dark, and coming suddenly upon the broad band of