"I couldn't help taking it as a warning." "Joyce and I must have changed places in our sleep," said Betty, when her turn came.

"She was making verses, and I was trying to draw.

But I did my drawing with a thimble.

I thought some one said, 'Betty always likes to put her finger in everybody's pie, and now she has a fate thimble to wear on it, she'll mix up things worse than ever.' And I said, 'No, I'll be very conservative, and only make a diagram of the way the animals should go into the ark, and then let them do as they please about following my diagram.' So I began to draw with the thimble on my finger, but instead of animals going into the ark they were people going over Tanglewood stile into the churchyard, and then into the church--a great procession of people in the funniest combinations.

There was old Doctor Shelby and the minister's great-aunt, Allison and Lieutenant Stanley, Kitty and Doctor Bradford, Lloyd and Rob, and dozens and dozens besides." "Lloyd and Rob," echoed the Little Colonel, her face dimpling.