BEGGAR MAN--THIEF They laughed like girls, each with slightly heightened color in spite of all the make-believe.

Then Annie ran to a vase of artificial flowers which stood upon the mantel, and pulled out a draggled daisy.
"What's he going to be, Kid--your man?
Is he rich or poor?
Listen! 'Lawyer--doctor--merchant--chief--rich man--poor man--beggar man--thief----'" She stopped in a certain consternation, the last petal in her hand--"A thief ?----" "Why, Annie, you surely don't believe in such things," said Mary Warren reprovingly.

"And of course we oughtn't to have done anything foolish as this.

It's--it's awful." Annie, her mood suddenly changing, drew apart and sat down moodily.
"You couldn't blame a fellow for trying to forget things, Sis," said she.

"Look at me.