iece of gum.

It is stylish to have hair ribbons to match your dress. But it is hard
to match gray drugget. I like scarlet for that.

It is stylish to pin a piece of ribbon on your coat the same colour as
your chum wears in her hair. Mary Martha Cowan saw them doing it in town
and started us doing it here. I always wear Kitty's ribbon and Kitty
wears mine, but the Story Girl thinks it is silly.

CECILY KING.

AN ACCOUNT OF OUR VISIT TO COUSIN MATTIE'S

We all walked over to Cousin Mattie's last week. They were all well
there and we had a fine dinner. On our way back a snow-storm came up and
we got lost in the woods. We didn't know where we were or nothing. If we
hadn't seen a light I guess we'd all have been frozen and snowed over,
and they would never have found us till spring and that would be very
sad. But we saw a light and made for it and it was Peg Bowen's. Some
people think she is a witch and it's hard to tell, but she was real
hospitable and took us all in. Her house was very untidy but it was
warm. She has a skull. I mean a loose skull, not her own. She lets on it
tells her things, but Uncle Alec says it couldn't because it was only an
Indian skull that old Dr. Beecham had and Peg stole it when he died,
but Uncle Roger says he wouldn't trust himself with Peg's skull for
anything. She gave us supper. It was a horrid meal. The Story Girl says
I must not tell what I found in the bread and butter because it would
be too disgusting to read in Our Magazine but it don't matter because
we were all there, except Sara Ray, and know what it was. We stayed all
night and us boys slept in straw. None of us had ever slept on straw
before. We got home in the morning. That is all I can write about our
visit to Cousin Mattie's.

FELIX KING.

MY WORST ADVENTURE

It's my turn to write it so I suppose I must. I guess my worst adventure
was two years ago when a whole lot of us were coasting on Uncle Rogers
hill. Charlie Cowan and Fred Marr had started, but half-way down their
sled got stuck and I run down to shove them off again. Then I stood
there just a moment to watch them with my back to the top of the hill.
While I was standing there Rob Marr started Kitty and Em Frewen off on
his sled. His sled had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over
the girls' heads. I was right in the way and they yelled to me to get
out, but just as I hear