olly
went home satisfied that after all her uncle's visit to the school
meant only good will and not a desire to discover the weak spots in his
niece's record.

Uncle Dick made a second visit to the school at another recess hour
when it threatened rain and he brought umbrellas for Molly and Polly,
and rain it did, coming down in such torrents for a while that he
accepted the shelter offered, and, while the thunder rolled and the
lightning flashed, told the children such thrilling stories as
completely absorbed the attention of the whole school, and no one
thought of being afraid of the storm.

Then came the last day of the term when Uncle Dick, as invited guest,
came with Mrs. Shelton to see the pretty Garden of Verses which Miss
Ainslee had arranged for the closing entertainment. Even Polly took
part in that and repeated the lines:

"A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said.
'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!'"

while Molly, wearing a long silken gown, swept in with rustling skirt
to say:

"Whenever auntie moves around
Her dresses make a curious sound;
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door."

She was called to the front of the little stage to receive the bunch of
lovely roses her Uncle Dick sent her, and felt very grand when they
were handed up to her. Polly, too, came in for her share of flowers,
though hers were sweet-peas because her name began with P. However,
that did not account fur the white bell-like blossoms which were
presented to Miss Ainslee, though Polly explained it by saying, "She is
a belle, you know," and did not see the whole joke till she remembered
Miss Ainslee's first name.

To Polly, Miss Ainslee was a paragon of perfection. She had never
before known so dainty and pretty a young lady. The tutor which she
and her brothers had was a young man who had gone to Colorado for his
health, and when stranded in Denver was chanced upon by Dick Reid who
befriended him and brought him home, where he was glad enough to teach
the niece and nephews of his former college mate. Miss Ainslee was a
teacher of quite another stamp and ardent little Polly adored her.

When the little girls had returned from the closing exercises of the
school, their thoughts turned to the next excitement which was the
journey northward with Uncle Dick. They were to start the very next
morning, and their trunks stood