her's things.

Without a word Julia set aside anything Ellen asked for, even when it
was something she would have liked to keep herself; and Ellen, her
lips pursed and her eyes bright with defeat, went from room to room,
picking and choosing as if she were at an auction.

Allison still in overalls rushed out in the car, and got a man with a
moving-wagon; and before twelve o'clock Ellen Robinson saw a goodly
load of household furniture start for her own home; and, being
somewhat anxious as to how it would be disposed on its arrival, she
took the car, and sped away to placate Herbert. She really felt quite
triumphant at the ease with which she had secured several valuable
pieces of mahogany which she knew had always been favorites with
Julia.

"Gee!" said Allison as the car vanished out of sight, "isn't Aunt
Ellen some depressor? Was she always so awfully grown up? I say,
Cloudy, you won't get that way, will you when we get you off in our
house? If you do, take poison, or get married, or something. Say,
Cloudy Jewel, you're twenty years younger than she is, do you know it?
Now what'll I do next? That closet is all empty. Shall I begin on this
one? You want this barrel up in the attic, you say? All right; here
goes! No, I won't hurt my back; I'm strong as a horse. I know how to
lift things without hurting myself. Open that door, Leslie, and move
that chair out of my way. Which corner shall I stow it, Cloudy?
Southwest? All right!" and he vanished up the stairs with his barrel.

At half-past twelve a man and a woman arrived whom Julia Cloud had
hired to help; and the house was like a busy hive, not a drone among
them. It really was wonderful how short a time it took to dismantle a
home that had been running for years. But the hands were wonderfully
eager that took hold of the work, and they went at things with a will.
Moreover, Julia Cloud's domain was always in perfect order, which made
a big difference.

They ate their lunch from the pantry shelf, because Ellen had taken
the dining-room table. But it was a good lunch, bread and butter,
apple butter, cookies, half a custard pie, and glasses of rich, foamy
milk. Then they went to work again. The children were smudged with
dust and tumbled and happy. They were doing real things for the first
time in their lives, and they liked it. Moreover, they were bringing
to pass a beloved plan that had seemed at first impossible; and they
wanted to hustle it through before anythin