oom and snapped against the wall and the lights and barely escaped
several bald heads. Anna kept dodging around in a most startling manner
and I expected every moment to see her walk out and take Emma Wheeler
with her, for if she is afraid of anything more than dogs it is June
bugs. At this crisis the bug flew out and a cat stealthily walked in. We
knew that dear Mrs. Taylor was always unpleasantly affected by the sight
of cats and we didn't know what would happen if the cat should go near
her. The cat very innocently ascended the steps to the desk and as Judge
and Mrs. Taylor always sit on the front seat, she couldn't help
observing the ambitious animal as it started to assist Dr. Daggett in
conducting the meeting. The result was that Mrs. Taylor just managed to
reach the outside door before fainting away. We were glad when the
benediction was pronounced.

_June._--Anna and I had a serenade last night from the Academy Glee
Club, I think, as their voices sounded familiar. We were awakened by the
music, about 11 p. m., quite suddenly and I thought I would step across
the hall to the front chamber for a match to light the candle. I was
only half awake, however, and lost my bearings and stepped off the
stairs and rolled or slid to the bottom. The stairs are winding, so I
must have performed two or three revolutions before I reached my
destination. I jumped up and ran back and found Anna sitting up in bed,
laughing. She asked me where I had been and said if I had only told her
where I was going she would have gone for me. We decided not to strike a
light, but just listen to the singing. Anna said she was glad that the
leading tenor did not know how quickly I "tumbled" to the words of his
song, "O come my love and be my own, nor longer let me dwell alone," for
she thought he would be too much flattered. Grandfather came into the
hall and asked if any bones were broken and if he should send for a
doctor. We told him we guessed not, we thought we would be all right in
the morning. He thought it was Anna who fell down stairs, as he is never
looking for such exploits in me. We girls received some verses from the
Academy boys, written by Greig Mulligan, under the assumed name of Simon
Snooks. The subject was, "The Poor Unfortunate Academy Boys." We have
answered them and now I fear Mrs. Grundy will see them and imagine
something serious is going on. But she is mistaken and will find, at the
end of the session, our hearts are still