She's gone to Waverly--why, she came in and told you, and said she trusted you to see about the coat, and you said, 'M--'m! all right.'" Meg gave a startled look of recollection.

"Did I have to clean it ?" she asked in a frightened tone, and pushing her fair hair back from her forehead.

"Oh, girls! what WAS it I had to do ?" "Clean with benzine, iron while wet, put in a cool place to keep warm, and bake till brown," said Judy promptly.

"SURELY you heard, Margaret?
Esther was at such pains to explain." Meg ruffled her hair again despairingly.

"What shall I do ?" she said, actual tears springing to her eyes.