at is fer ladies. Monday you
shall go on the school. Your mamma shall go by your side. She won't,"
he broke out ecstatically, "have nothings else to do. You shall go now
on the factory for tell her."

Rosie paused but an instant on this mission of joy. She overtook Yetta
Aaronsohn homeward bound.

"I guess," said Rosie with fashionable langour, "I guess maybe I goes on
the school Monday."

Yetta stared, then smiled. "Ain't I told you from long," said she, "that
that Truant Officer could to make like that mit you?"

"I ain't never seen no Truant Officer," retorted Rosie. "In all my world
I ain't never seen one. I don't know what are they even. On'y I finds me
the papa mit bunches from money, und a hall, und he says I shall go on
the school so somebody can learn me all things what American ladies
makes."

"Come on my school," entreated Yetta. "You und me could to set beside
ourselves."

Rosie pondered. She counted her four hair ribbons. She wrapped her
kimona toga wise about her and pondered.

"I don't know," she finally answered, "do I needs I shall set by side
somebody what dances on streets mit organs," and added, as Yetta's
expression seemed to hint at instant parting:

"Well, _good_ afternoon, I _must_ be going."

Her evolution into "American Ladies" had already begun. The manners of
the Cornelias had not been lost upon her.

A BENT TWIG

In season and out of season Constance Bailey, that earnest young
educator, preached of the value of honesty. And fifty little children of
Israel who formed the First Reader class, and the one little son of Erin
who led it, hearkened to her: always with politeness, and sometimes with
surprise.

To some of the boys it seemed incredible that a person of mature years,
and--upon other subjects--common sense, should cling to a theory which
the most simple experiment must prove both mischievous and false. Had
not Abraham Wishnewsky, a spineless person, misled by her heresies, but
narrowly escaped the Children's Court and the Reformatory?

Strolling through Gouverneur Street upon a Friday afternoon when the
whole East Side is in a panic of shopping, he had seen a bewigged and
beshawled matron shed a purse and pass on her way unheeding. Promptly
Abraham set his foot upon it, carefully and casually he picked it up,
and then, all inconveniently, he remembered Miss Bailey and her
admonitions! Miss Bailey and her anecdotes of boys who, in circumstances
identical with hi