of last Sunday and Dr. Richards.

Mr. Borden stopped at the gate and helped them out.

"Lift Pansy, she's asleep," said Aunt Florence.

"Oh, Marilla, why didn't you keep her awake! I've been trying not to
let them sleep in the afternoon so they would go to bed the earlier."

"Just as you get a baby in good habits, someone comes along and spoils
it all," exclaimed Mrs. Borden in a vexed tone. She was a little
tired, having answered at least fifty questions for Jack.

But Pansy woke when her father stood her down, and said, rather
drowsily--"Nice horsey;" and sat squarely down in the path. Aunt
Florence picked her up and led her to the porch.

"Now, Marilla, get their suppers ready and feed them. And put away
their things. I can't bear to see them lying round on chairs."

Mr. Borden drove off, taking Jack.

"Ont bedy-milk," announced Violet.

"Yes, yes; go to Marilla."

The child had laid the caps in the drawer and hung up the coats. Both
children came out and clamored for supper and pulled on her skirt
until they almost tipped her over.

Then the great bell clanged for the boarders' supper. They had dinner
at noon on Sundays. Mr. Borden returned and escorted the ladies over.
This was always a rather chatty, long-drawn-out meal.

Marilla fed the babies, washed and put away her few dishes, then took
the children out on the porch. Violet wanted to be "wocked," so she
sat beside her in the big porch chair. Pansy ran up and down uttering
queer unmusical noises. The piano in the other part of the house was
accompanying a singer.

The mistress of that part leaned out of the window and said in a sharp
tone--"Can't you keep that child still? She's an awful nuisance."

"Let us go indoors," said Marilla. "Come, and I'll tell you a story
about a bunny that got lost away from all his folks."

But Pansy had no mind to come. She screamed when Marilla took hold of
her arm and then kicked, jerking away, she rolled down the three
steps, landing on the grass. Marilla, frightened, picked her up in her
arms and ran through the hall with her. The suddenness had really
taken the breath out of the little body for a moment, then she looked
rather wildly at her rescuer.

"It didn't hurt you much and you were a naughty baby to run away!
Don't cry any more and you shall have----" she cast about to see what
solace there was--"oh, you shall have some sugar--see--" and she
offered her some in a spoon.

Pansy laughed and reached ou