ter--that we'd all put our hands through the bars
as if we had something in them, and make him choose which he'd take,
right or left. If he said right, I could have him for my attendant and
she'd take Doctor Bradford, but if he said left I'd have to put up with
the Pilgrim Father, and she'd take Rob.

[Illustration: "'ALL YOU GIRLS STANDING WITH YOUR HANDS STUCK THROUGH
THE BARS'"]

"He came along bareheaded, swinging his hat in his hand, and we were so
busy explaining to him that he was to choose which hand he'd take, right
or left, that we did not notice that he had a kodak hidden behind his
hat. He held it up in front of him, and bowed and scraped and did all
sorts of ridiculous things to keep us from noticing what he was doing,
till all of a sudden we heard the shutter click and he gave a whoop and
said, 'There! That will be one of the best pictures in my collection.
All you girls standing with your hands stuck through the bars, like
monkeys at the Zoo, begging for peanuts. I don't know whether to call it
"Behind the Bars," or "Don't Feed the Animals."'

"Then Lloyd said he shouldn't come in for making such a speech, and he
sat down on the grass and began to sing in a ridiculous way, the old
song that goes:

"'Oh, angel, sweet angel, I pray thee
Set the beautiful gates ajar.'

"He was off the key, as he usually is when he sings without an
accompaniment, and it was so funny, such a howl of a song, that we
laughed till the tears came. Then he said he'd name the picture 'At the
Gate of Paradise,' and make a foot-note to the effect that she was a
Peri, if she'd let him in.

"After awhile she said she'd let him in to Paradise if he could name one
good deed he'd ever done that had benefited human kind. He said
certainly he could, and that he wouldn't have to dig it up from the dead
past. He could give it to her hot from the griddle, for only ten minutes
before he had completed arrangements for the evening's entertainment of
the bridal party.

"Lloyd opened the gate in a hurry then, and fairly begged him to come
in, for we had been wild all week to know what godmother had decided
upon. She only laughed when we teased her to tell us, and said we'd see.
We were sure it would be something very elegant and formal. Maybe a real
grown-up affair, with an orchestra from town and distinguished strangers
to meet the three fathers, Eugenia's, Stuart's and the Pilgrim F.

"We couldn't believe Rob when h