strious and to keep her promise to her father to be a
good girl in every way. Also her ambition was aroused to attempt to
overtake her brother and Rosie.

She was moderately fond of study, but had a decided repugnance to plain
sewing, therefore looked ill-pleased enough upon discovering that it was
to be numbered among her daily tasks.

"I hate sewing!" she said with a scowl, "and when I'm old enough to do as
I please, I'll never touch a needle and thread."

It was afternoon of their first school day, and the little girls had just
repaired to the school-room in obedience to directions given them on their
dismissal for the morning.

All the ladies of the family were there, gathered cosily about the fire
and the table at which Grandma Elsie was busily cutting out garments that
seemed to be intended for a child, yet were of coarser, heavier material
than any of the family were accustomed to wearing.

"Perhaps you may change your mind by that time," she answered Lulu, with
pleasant tone and smile; "and I hope you will find it more agreeable now
than you expect. You are a kind-hearted little girl, I know, and when I
tell you these clothes are for a little Indian girl who needs them sadly,
I am quite sure you will be glad to help in making them."

Lulu's brow cleared. "Yes, ma'am," she said with a little hesitation, "if
I could sew nicely, but I can't."

"The more need to learn then, dear. Mamma Vi is basting a seam for you,
and will show you how to sew it."

"And when we all get started there'll be some nice story read aloud, won't
there, mamma?" asked Rosie.

"Yes; your sister Elsie will be the reader to-day, and the book Scott's
'Lady of the Lake.'"

"Oh, how nice!" cried Rosie in delight; "it's such a lovely book, and
sister Elsie's such a beautiful reader."

"In my little sister's opinion," laughed Mrs. Leland.

"And that of all present, I presume," said "Grandma Rose."

"I am fortunate in having so appreciative an audience," returned Elsie
gayly.

Lulu had accepted a mute invitation to take a seat by Violet's side.

"Mamma Vi," she whispered with heightened color, "I can't sew as well as
Gracie, and I'm ashamed to have anybody see my poor work."

"Never mind, dear, we won't show your first attempts, and you will find
this coarse, soft muslin easy to learn on," Violet answered in the same
low tone. "See, this is the way," taking a few stitches. "Your father told
me he wanted his dear little girls to le