TROUBLE FOR EVERYBODY Up in Joyce's studio, Easter lilies had marked the time of year for nearly a week.

They had been ordered the day that Betty and Mary arrived to spend the spring vacation, and still stood fresh and white at all the windows, in the glory of their newly opened buds.

They were Henrietta's contribution.

Mrs.Boyd and Lucy were away.
On the wall over the desk the calendar showed a fanciful figure of Spring, dancing down a flower-strewn path, and Mary, opening her journal for the first time since her arrival, paused to read the couplet at the bottom of the calendar.

Then she copied it at the top of the page which she was about to fill with the doings of the last five days.
"How noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers." "That must be the reason that I can hardly believe that three whole months have gone by since the Christmas holidays.