If it had been Fluffy, or Trixie, or Chippy, or even Dolly, but, with that hair, that complexion, that voice, that troop of attendant swains, to be called Jane!

Trixie Belden and the secret of the mansion.

Trixie Belden and the red trailer mystery.

Trixie Belden and the secret of the mansion.

Trixie Belden and the red trailer mystery.

Otherwise, for two or three weeks, our chief variety was in sending for old Miss Trixie Spring to spend the day.

Miss Trixie Spring is a lively old lady, who, some threescore and five years ago, was christened "Beatrix."

Rosamond gets sleepy over it, and RuthMiss Trixie says"plays like a ninkum.

Miss Trixie could appreciate homely cleverness; darning of carpets and covering of old furniture; she could darn a carpet herself, so as almost to improve uponcertainly to supplantthe original pattern.

Let's get Miss Trixie to-day," says Barbara.

Barbara had made peach-dumpling for dinner, and of course Aunt Trixie was the last and crowning suggestion.

He shook hands also with our old friend, Miss Trixie, whom he had never happened to see before.

"That is a very remarkable pretty-behaved young man," said Miss Trixie, when we all picked up our breadths of waterproof, and got in behind them again.

Miss Trixie says they won't have any eggs from their fowls next winter; all their chickens are roosters, and all they'll do will be to sit in a row on the fence and crow!

"There's always the brown room, and the handing round," said Barbara, "for the people you can't be intimate with, and think how crowsy this will be with Aunt Trixie or Mrs. Hobart or the Goldthwaites!"

Aunt Trixie was the only one out of the family who knew anything about it.

"Don't tell me!" said Aunt Trixie.

Aunt Trixie never liked the Roderick Holabirds.

"It's a dumb shame!" said Aunt Trixie.

Miss Trixie Spring came over and spent days with us, as of old; and when the house looked sweet and pleasant with the shaded summer light, and was full of the gracious summer freshness, she would look round and shake her head, and say, "It's just as beautiful as it can be.

" "Don't tell me!" says Miss Trixie, intolerantly.

Her father and her mother gave; her girl friends gave; Miss Trixie Spring, Arabel Waite, Delia, little Arctura, the home-servants, gathered in the door-way, all gave; Miss Craydocke, crying, and disdaining her pocket-handkerchief till the tears trickled off her chin, because she was smiling also and would not cover that up,gave; and nobody gave with a more loving wrench out of a deep heart, than bluff old frowning Marmaduke Wharne.

To use a phrase of Aunt Trixie's applied to her childhood, but coming into new appropriateness now, Barbara "acted like a witch.

When Leslie an instant later came in at the double doors, Mrs. Holabird caught sight of Barbara again just sliding into the far, lower corner of the room by the forward entrance, where she stood looking out meekly between the shoulders and the floating cap-ribbons of Aunt Trixie Spring and Miss Arabel Waite during the whole ceremony.

And once Aunt Trixie 'vummed' at me.