t following my diagram.' So I began to draw with the thimble on my
finger, but instead of animals going into the ark they were people going
over Tanglewood stile into the churchyard, and then into the church--a
great procession of people in the funniest combinations. There was old
Doctor Shelby and the minister's great-aunt, Allison and Lieutenant
Stanley, Kitty and Doctor Bradford, Lloyd and Rob, and dozens and dozens
besides."

"Lloyd and Rob," echoed the Little Colonel, her face dimpling. "Think of
that, Bobby! You nevah in yoah wildest dreams thought of that
combination, now did you?"

"No, I never did," confessed Rob, with an amused smile. "Betty has just
put it into my head. She is like the old woman who told her children not
to put beans in their ears while she was gone. They never would have
dreamed of doing such a thing if she hadn't suggested it, but, of
course, they wanted to see how it would feel, and immediately proceeded
to fill their ears with beans as soon as her back was turned."

"You can profit by their example," laughed Lloyd. "They found that it
hurt. It would have been bettah if they had paid no attention to her
suggestion."

"Moral," added Rob, "don't do it. Betty, don't you dare put any more
dangerous notions in my head."

Phil's turn came next. "My dream is soon told," he said. "I had been
sleeping like the dead--a perfectly dreamless sleep--till Mary woke us
up with her cat-fight. That aroused me so thoroughly that I didn't go to
sleep again for more than an hour. Then when I did drop off at nearly
morning, I dreamed that there was a spider on my head, and I gave it a
tremendous whack to kill it. It was no dream whack, I can tell you, but
a real live double-fisted one, that made me see stars. It actually made
a dent in my cranium and got me so wide awake that I couldn't drop off
again. I got up and sat by the window till there were faint streaks of
light in the sky. I did the rest of my dreaming with my eyes open, so I
don't have to tell what it was about."

"I can guess," thought Mary, intercepting the swift glance he stole
across the table at something blue. This time it was the ribbon that
tied Lloyd's hair, a big bow of turquoise taffeta, knotted becomingly at
the back of her neck. Lloyd, unconscious of the glance, had turned to
speak to Miles Bradford, to answer his question about Sylvia Gibbs's
wedding.

"Yes, it really is to take place to-night in the colohed church. M'haley
was