ntly: "If she'd only call
herself hop-stand or hop-pole or something sensible, I could remember
it; but to twist it upside down so, it's just nonsense."

However, Kathri thought she should never make a mistake in that name
again; for the picture of a hop-pole standing upside down would always
come up when she thought of it.

Mrs. Stein hastened out and asked her visitor to come into the parlor.
Mrs. Stanhope had come to inquire if it would be possible to find a
child to come between school-hours, twice a day, to do errands and small
household chores, such as the maid-servant could not find time for.

In a moment Elsli's pale face came up before Mrs. Stein's mind's eye,
and she thought how much better off the girl would be going on errands
for Mrs. Stanhope than carrying her big little brother about in her
arms. And she thought that if Marget could be sure of a little ready
money every day, she would manage to let Elsli go.

"I know of a very neat, respectable young girl, who would please you, I
am sure," she said; "only I am not quite sure whether her mother will
let her go, because she needs the child so much at home."

"Promise her good pay," said Mrs. Stanhope, eagerly. "I will give the
mother whatever she asks, if she will let me have the girl."

Mrs. Stein was so delighted with such a prospect for Elsli that she
started out immediately to see what Marget would say to it, accompanying
Mrs. Stanhope for some distance on her way home, and then turning off on
the lane that led to Heiri's cottage. Marget was alone, at the wash-tub.
It did not take much persuasion to obtain her consent, for of course the
money was a great inducement.

"It will not be for long," she said, "and the children must manage to
get along without Elsli." So it was settled that Elsli should go the
next day, at eleven o'clock, to Mrs. Stanhope's, to begin her new
duties.

Late that evening, when the two sisters sat down at the work-table
together, after the children were in bed, aunty repeated Emma's
confidences to her mother; how the visit to the sick girl had been a
complete failure, for Emma was sure that Nora did not care to have her
come again, any more than she herself cared to go; for she couldn't
think of anything to say, and Nora didn't want to talk either, and they
didn't like the same things at all.

Mrs. Stein was surprised and disappointed. Emma's stock of conversation
had never been known to give out before, and her mother h