"Oh," she said, "would I like it! But it's too much for you to do, Miss Graham." "An' with that beautiful dress on too!" cried Mrs.Chirk.

"You'd get it dusty on the wheel, I'm afraid.

I don't think--" "Oh yes, you do!" cried Hilda, gayly, pushing the chair towards the door.

"Bring her hat, please, Mrs.Chirk.I always have my own way!" she added, with a touch of the old imperiousness, "and I have quite set my heart on this." Mrs.Chirk meekly brought a straw sun-bonnet, and Hilda tied its strings under Pink's chin, every fibre within her mutely protesting against its extreme ugliness.

"She shall not wear _that_ again," said she to herself, "if I can help it." But the sweet pale face looked out so joyously from the dingy yellow tunnel that the stern young autocrat relented.