But I can, for I'm cut from a remnant of the same cloth." "Scintillate all you want to, Hetty," cried Patsy with a laugh; "but you're not going to be extinguished.

For we, the imitation journalists, have taken you under our wings.

There's no underworld at Millville, and the only excitement we can furnish just now is a night with us at the old farm." "That," replied Hetty, "is indeed a real excitement.

You can't quite understand it, perhaps; but it's so--so very different from what I'm accustomed to." Uncle John welcomed the girl artist cordially and under his hospitable roof the waif soon felt at ease.

At dinner the conversation turned upon Thursday Smith and his peculiar experience.