I am sure it is seven years instead of seven days until vacation begins." She confided to Anne one evening, as she sat on the floor beside her open trunk: "I'm going to begin packing to-night and do a little each day.

It will give me a certain amount of satisfaction and make the time pass more quickly.

I wonder why Mother doesn't write?
She hasn't sent me my check to go home with yet.

I can't go home until it comes, for I have spent every cent of my allowance and my extra check, too, for Christmas presents." "Don't worry over it," advised Anne.

"Your father and mother are the most infallible persons I know.