about things to ete. Wish I was a beter boy. Nothing pertikeler for tea.

March 25.--Forgit what did.

March 27.--Forgit what did.

March 29.--Played.

March 31.--Forgit what did.

April 1.--Have dissided not to kepe a jurnal enny more."

Here ended the extracts; and it seemed as if only a minute had passed
since they stopped laughing over them, before the long shadows began to
fall, and Mary came to say that all of them must come in to get ready
for tea. It was dreadful to have to pick up the empty baskets and go
home, feeling that the long, delightful Saturday was over, and that
there wouldn't be another for a week. But it was comforting to remember
that Paradise was always there; and that at any moment when Kate and
Aunt Izzie were willing, they had only to climb a pair of bars--very
easy ones, and without any fear of an angel with flaming sword to stop
the way--enter in, and take possession of their Eden.




CHAPTER III

THE DAY OF SCRAPES