"Now we'll hear all about Beautiful Alice's home." The Story Girl was bombarded with eager questions as soon as she arrived.

Miss Reade's home was a dream of a place, it appeared.

The house was just covered with ivy and there was a most delightful old garden--"and," added the Story Girl, with the joy of a connoisseur who has found a rare gem, "the sweetest little story connected with it.

And I saw the hero of the story too." "Where was the heroine ?" queried Cecily.
"She is dead." "Oh, of course she'd have to die," exclaimed Dan in disgust.

"I'd like a story where somebody lived once in awhile." "I've told you heaps of stories where people lived," retorted the Story Girl.