CHAPTER XI.
SOME STORIES AND A POEM.
"What is the worst thing you evah did in yo' life, Joyce ?" asked the Little Colonel.

It was the first day after their recovery from the measles that the girls had been allowed to go down-stairs, and they were trying to amuse themselves in the library.

Time had dragged for the last half-hour, and Lloyd's question was welcomed with interest.
"Um, I don't know," answered Joyce, half closing her eyes as she tried to remember.

"I've done so many bad things that I have been ashamed of afterward, that I can hardly tell which is the worst.

One of the meanest things I ever did was when I was too small to know how cruel it was.