Keep a watch on the phone, Pearlie dear, and find out which way they turn at Beckers'.

When she came in the phone was ringing, and her mother, with her hands in the pie-crust, said: "Pearlie, dear, run in to the phonethat's twice it's rung since you were out, and sure I couldn't goand me this way.

"It's grand to be as light of heart as you are, Pearlie child," she said, "I'm often afraid for youwhen I think of all the sad things in life and you so sure that everything will happen right.

"She's a queer girl, is Pearlie," she said that night, when Pearl had gone upstairs to arbitrate a quarrel which had broken out between Bugsey and Danny as to whose turn it was to split the kindling wood.

"She's a queer child, is Pearlie," said Mrs. Watson, as she beat up the bread-batter downstairs, "she's that light-hearted and free from care, and her eighteen years old.

" "No fear of Pearlie!" said her father proudlyas he opened the end door of the stove and picked up a coal for his pipe, placing it without undue haste in the bowl, and carefully pressing it down with his thumb.

Faithand she's no fooland never wasI ain't worrying about Pearlie wherever she goesor whatever she meetsI ain't worrying.

The children were all at school, and todaytoday Pearlie was asked to speak to all the people in the neighborhood.

Pearlie had made a name for herself when she got the chance to get out with other boys and girls.

"What ever will you talk about, Pearlie, dear," her mother cried in vague alarm; "and to all them people.

"Do I think you can do it, Pearlie, that I doyou can do whatever you go atI always knew that.

He thinks he can wipe our good friend Pearlie off the map by having her name dropped from the Millford 'Mercury,' forgetting that there are other ways of reaching the public eye.

"It's the first break, Pearlie, that's what I'm thinkin'and every night when I lock the door, I'll be lockin' you outnot knowin' where ye are.

"Pearlie, my dear, you're a queer girlyou never seem to think of what might happen.

" "Sure, and it was more like a revival meetin' than a picnic, Pearlie," said her father, laughing.

" "Don't you think there's a danger of leadin' them to thinkin' too light of the Lord's day, Pearlie, picknicking that way," asked her mother anxiously, "and maybe makin' them lose their religion?" "O, I'm not worried about that neighborhood losing its religion, ma," said Pearl.

They are associated in her mind and those of her family with a "Little Pearlie" whose cunning little photograph she enclosed, who taught herself to read in a fortnight from one of them, and was read to from it on her dying bed, and after she became speechless she made signs to have her head wet as Susy's was.

"Pearlie, what would Mr. Ought say?"

"Pearlie will be six in September," said the gentle mother; "we must have a Teachers' meeting for her, I think."

"Oh Pearlie, why do you say so?"

" I will send you a photograph of little Pearlie; it is the best we have, but was taken when she was only two years old.

Her health, always delicate, never recovered from the shock of Pearlie's death, and suddenly, on the morning of the first of May, the Angel of Death darkened our dwelling with the shadow of his wings.

There was Julia, never so lovely before, with a warm color on her cheek, and a liquid light in her dark eyes, in whose presence all other girls were commonplace; and her friends Nell Roberts and Kate Fisher, Lizzie Mun and Pearlie Burnett, and several others.

"Oh, papa, the trunks came this afternoon, with the fashion-plates, and patterns, and everything, and all we girlsNell, Kate Fisher, Miss Flora Walter, Pearlie, Ann, and all hands of ushave had a regular 'opening.'