CHAPTER XI.
THE MAD GARDENER.
"This seems to be a lazy place," said Louise, as she stood in the doorway of Beth's room to bid her good night.

"I shall sleep until late in the morning, for I don't believe Aunt Jane will be on exhibition before noon." "At home I always get up at six o'clock," answered Beth.
"Six o'clock! Good gracious! What for ?" "To study my lessons and help get the breakfast." "Don't you keep a maid ?" "No," said Beth, rather surlily; "we have hard work to keep ourselves." "But you must be nearly through with school by this time.

I finished my education ages ago." "Did you graduate ?" asked Beth.
"No; it wasn't worth while," declared Louise, complacently.

"I'm sure I know as much as most girls do, and there are more useful lessons to be learned from real life than from books." "Good night," said Beth.
"Good night," answered the older girl, and shut the door behind her.
Beth sat for a time moodily thinking.

She did not like the way in which her cousin assumed superiority over her.