sty and babyish still.

Presently, while the two men rested with long chairs and long glasses
and Mrs. Hawtry ministered to them, Jimmie appeared on the scene and
after exchanging proper greetings turned to inspect Cecelia Anne and her
work. "I think you've got it bright enough," he said with kindly
condescension. "You can go and get dressed for dinner now. And to-morrow
morning if I'm not using the wheel maybe I'll let you use it awhile."

"Oh, fank you!" said Cecelia Anne who had never quite outgrown her
babyhood's lisp, "and can I have the saddle lowered so's I can reach the
pedals?"

"Oh, I s'pose so," said Jimmie grudgingly. "Sometimes you act just like
a girl. You give 'em something and they always want, more. Now you run
on and open the stable door. I'm goin' to try if I can ride right into
the harness-room without getting off. Don't catch your foot in the door
and don't get too near Dolly's hind legs."

When the children had vanished around the corner of the house, Mrs.
Hawtry turned to Mr. Debrett.

"There's the explanation of Cecelia Anne's ruggedness," said she. "She
and Jimmie are inseparable. He has taught her all kinds of boys'
accomplishments. And she's as happy as a bird if she's only allowed to
trot around after him. It doesn't seem to make her in the least ungentle
or hoydenish and I feel that she's safer with him than with the gossipy
little girls down at the hotel."

"Not a doubt of it," Debrett heartily endorsed. "She couldn't have a
better adviser. Her grandmother, a very clever lady by the way, had a
high opinion of your son's practical mind. A useful antidote, I should
say, to his sister's extreme gentleness."

He found further confirmation of old Mrs. Hawtry's acumen when Mr.
Hawtry proposed that they should look over Cecelia Anne's disbursement
account, kept by herself, as the will had specified.

Cecelia Anne was delighted with the idea. Jimmie had wandered out to see
about the sports that were going to be held on the Fourth of July, and
so the burden of explanation fell upon the little heiress. She drew her
account book from its drawer in her father's desk, settled herself
comfortably in the hollow of his arm and proceeded to disclose the
"trend of her inclinations" as is evidenced by her shopping list:

"One sloop yat _Jennie H_ swoped for hockey skates when it got cold.

One air riffle.

Three Tickets.

One riding skirt.

Two Tickets.

Six white rats two died.

Four Tick