be teaching in Sunday-school, and visiting the poor. And some day, when
I am bending over an old woman and feeding her with currant jelly, a
poet will come along and see me, and he'll go home and write a poem
about me," concluded Cecy, triumphantly.

"Pooh!" said Clover. "I don't think that would be nice at all. _I'm_
going to be a beautiful lady--the most beautiful lady in the world! And
I'm going to live in a yellow castle, with yellow pillars to the
portico, and a square thing on top, like Mr. Sawyer's. My children are
going to have a play-house up there. There's going to be a spy-glass in
the window, to look out of. I shall wear gold dresses and silver dresses
every day, and diamond rings, and have white satin aprons to tie on when
I'm dusting, or doing anything dirty. In the middle of my back-yard
there will be a pond-full of Lubin's Extracts, and whenever I want any I
shall go just out and dip a bottle in. And I shan't teach in Sunday
schools, like Cecy, because I don't want to; but every Sunday I'll go
and stand by the gate, and when her scholars go by on their way home,
I'll put Lubin's Extracts on their handkerchiefs."

"I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie, whose imagination was fired
by this gorgeous vision, "only my pond will be the biggest. I shall be a
great deal beautifuller, too," she added.

"You can't," said Katy from overhead. "Clover is going to be the most
beautiful lady in the world."

"But I'll be more beautiful than the most beautiful," persisted poor
little Elsie; "and I'll be big, too, and know everybody's secrets. And
everybody'll be kind, then, and never run away and hide; and there won't
be any post offices, or anything disagreeable."