r had made a
sunbonnet of the same material as the dress, and Anna put this on with
satisfaction. Always before this she had despised a sunbonnet, and never
had she put it on of her own accord. But to-day she looked at it
approvingly. "No one would know but that my hair is long, and braided,
just like Melvina's," she thought as she walked slowly toward the
kitchen.

"I will only walk to the church and straight back, Mother dear," she
said, "and then I will put on my gingham dress, and sew on my
patchwork."

"That's a good girl. You look fine enough for a party," responded her
mother, and stood at the door watching Anna as she walked soberly down
the path.

"I know not what has come over the child," she thought, with a little
sigh. "To be sure, she is more like other little girls, and perhaps it
is well;" but Mrs. Weston sighed again, as if regretting her noisy,
singing "Dan," who seemed to have vanished forever.

When Anna reached the church she stood for a moment looking wistfully
toward the parsonage. "If Mrs. Lyon could see me now she would not think
me a tomboy," thought Anna; and with the thought came a new inspiration:
why should not Mrs. Lyon see her dressed as neatly as Melvina herself,
and with the objectionable short hair hidden from sight?

"I will go and call," decided Anna, her old courage returning; "and I
will behave so well that Mrs. Lyon will ask me to come often and play
with Melvina," and, quite forgetting to walk quietly, she raced along
the path in her old-time fashion until she was at the minister's door.
Then she rapped, and stood waiting, a little breathless, but smiling
happily, quite sure that a little girl in so pretty a dress and so neat
a sunbonnet would receive a warm welcome. Perhaps Mrs. Lyon would come
to the door, she thought hopefully.

But it was Melvina herself who opened the door. Melvina, wearing a white
dress and a long apron.

For a moment the two little girls stood looking at each other in
surprise. Then Melvina smiled radiantly. "Oh! It really is you, Anna!
Come in. I am keeping house this afternoon, and nobody will know that
you are here."

"But I came to call on your mother. I wanted her to see me," explained
Anna.

But Melvina did not seem to notice this explanation. She took Anna's
hand and drew her into the house.

"Oh, Dan! wasn't it fun to wade and run on the shore?" said Melvina
eagerly, as the two girls entered the big pleasant kitchen. "I didn't
mind be