ther some roses for the teacher.

"Yes, on Saturday," said Anne; "it's going to be awfully nice. I have
asked Launcelot and Judy to come to the entertainment, and they have
promised to."

"I am going to be 'Cinderella' in the tableaux," she went on, as her
grandmother brought out the tiny lunch-basket and handed it to her,
"and Nannie and Amelia are to be the haughty sisters. We haven't found
any boy yet for the prince. I wish Launcelot went to school."

"He knows all that Miss Mary could teach him now," said the little
grandmother; "his father is preparing him for college, if they ever get
money enough to send him there."

"Well, if Launcelot's violets sell as well next winter as they did
this, he can go, 'specially if his mother keeps her boarders all
summer. He told me so the other day, grandmother."

"But he would make a lovely prince," she sighed. "Judy is going to
lend me a dress. She has a trunk full of fancy costumes."

"I hope you know your lessons," said the old lady, as Anne, escorted by
her faithful pets, started off.

"Oh, I studied them on Friday, before Judy came--how long ago that
seems--" and with a rapturous sigh in memory of her three happy days,
and with a wave of her hand to the little grandmother, Anne went on her
way.

Tommy Tolliver came to school that morning in a chastened spirit. He
had been lectured by his father, and cried over by his mother, and in
the darkness of the night he had resolved many things.

But it is not easy to preserve an attitude of humility when one becomes
suddenly the center of adoring interest to twenty-five children in a
district school. From the babies of the A, B, C, class to the big boys
in algebra, Tommy's return was an exciting event, and he was received
with acclaim.

Hence he boasted and swaggered for them as on Saturday he had boasted
and swaggered for Judy's admiration.

"You ought to go," he was saying to a small boy, as Anne came up, but
when he caught her reproachful eye on him, he backed down, "but not
until you are a man, Jimmie," he temporized.

During the morning session he was a worry and an aggravation to Miss
Mary. The little girls could look at nothing else, for had not Tommy
been a sailor, and had he not had experiences which would set him apart
from the commonplace boys of Fairfax? And the boys, a little jealous,
perhaps, were yet burning with a desire to be the bosom friend of this
bold, bad boy, while the luster of his d