"Sylvia Gibbs's children, you know.

They are always on the outskirts of all the festivities when they think they can pick up any crumbs in the way of refreshments.

But they'll have some good excuse to give for coming, you may be sure." "Oh, they are the children who acted the charades at the old mill picnic," said Eugenia, drawing nearer.

"Get them to talk if you can, Mrs.MacIntyre.Please do." Except for a broader grin in token that they heard Mrs.MacIntyre's questions, they were as unresponsive as six little black kittens, and Keith, coming up just then, was sent to find Miss Allison.

"They always talk for auntie," he said.