nturesome air.

"See here, Kittie, I'm going to walk across that narrow wall, where they
haven't finished."

"Pretty high; you'd better not;" replied Kittie, measuring the proposed
walk with a careful eye. "How will you get up?"

"Climb; it's only a step or two higher than this."

Kittie leisurely followed the more adventuresome twin, and called out
suddenly: "Kat, there's an immense mud-hole at one side; looks as if it
might be deep too; better hold on."

"Hurrah!" shouted Kat, in answer, as she balanced herself on the top of
the narrow wall. "Here I go!" And there she did go, sure enough, for
turning to nod triumphantly at Kittie, away went her balance, and after
two or three of the wildest, most fearful struggles, down came Kat, head
and heels right into the mud-hole.

"Oh, my goodness,--ha, ha,--my gracious; Oh-h! Kat Dering!" shrieked
Kittie, dancing wildly up and down. "Oh, Kat; if I ever--what a--a
sight! Oh--my!" and away went Kittie in another shriek, that pretty
nearly knocked her off the wall, and even made Kat smile while the tears
trickled down her muddy cheeks.

"I'm sunk clear to my knees," she cried despondently. "And my wrist
feels so funny; Kittie, come, help me."

Kittie jumped down in a hurry; examined the limp and already swelling
wrist with anxious gravity, and then nearly strangled with laughter
when, after several vigorous tugs and struggles, Kat came out of the
mud, leaving both her slippers hopelessly buried, and her clothes so
heavy she could hardly walk.

[Illustration: KAT AND KIT.]

"Oh, Kittie! what shall I do," she cried, giving up entirely, between
the sharp pain in her wrist, and the speedy arrival of this second
disgrace. "It's only yesterday, that I crawled into the house in this
fix; I can't go again."

"Never mind; I'll go," said Kittie, lost in sympathy. "Everybody is in
the front part of the house, and I'll slip in the back way, go in over
the roof, and bring you some clothes. Just sit down here and wait; I'll
hurry, and it'll be all right."

So Kat sat down, quite pale with the painful wrist, and meditated, in a
desperate fashion, on her inability to keep out of trouble and mischief;
But Kittie was back in an incredibly short space of time, all flushed
and panting, and with a little bundle of clothes tucked under her arm.

"Here Kat is a skirt, and dress, and stockings, and my slippers," she
cried, running inside the wall where Kat sat forlornly.

"No one saw me