real jolly to be crazy once in a while," said the Story Girl.

CHAPTER XX. EXTRACTS FROM "OUR MAGAZINE"

EDITORIAL

As will be seen there is no Honour Roll in this number. Even Felicity
has thought all the beautiful thoughts that can be thought and
cannot think any more. Peter has never got drunk but, under existing
circumstances, that is not greatly to his credit. As for our written
resolutions they have silently disappeared from our chamber walls and
the place that once knew them knows them no more for ever. (PETER,
PERPLEXEDLY: "Seems to me I've heard something like that before.") It is
very sad but we will all make some new resolutions next year and maybe
it will be easier to keep those.

THE STORY OF THE LOCKET THAT WAS BAKED

This was a story my Aunt Jane told me about her granma when she was a
little girl. Its funny to think of baking a locket, but it wasn't to
eat. She was my great granma but Ill call her granma for short. It
happened when she was ten years old. Of course she wasent anybodys
granma then. Her father and mother and her were living in a new
settlement called Brinsley. Their nearest naybor was a mile away. One
day her Aunt Hannah from Charlottetown came and wanted her ma to go
visiting with her. At first granma's ma thought she couldent go because
it was baking day and granma's pa was away. But granma wasent afraid to
stay alone and she knew how to bake the bread so she made her ma go
and her Aunt Hannah took off the handsome gold locket and chain she was
waring round her neck and hung it on granmas and told her she could ware
it all day. Granma was awful pleased for she had never had any jewelry.
She did all the chores and then was needing the loaves when she looked
up and saw a tramp coming in and he was an awful villenus looking tramp.
He dident even pass the time of day but just set down on a chair. Poor
granma was awful fritened and she turned her back on him and went on
needing the loaf cold and trembling--that is, granma was trembling not
the loaf. She was worried about the locket. She didn't know how she
could hide it for to get anywhere she would have to turn round and pass
him.

All of a suddent she thought she would hide it in the bread. She put her
hand up and pulled it hard and quick and broke the fastening and needed
it right into the loaf. Then she put the loaf in the pan and set it in
the oven.

The tramp hadent seen her do it and then he asked for something to eat