ittle, just showing her
teeth like an unquiet dog.

"Give me ten," she said; "the woman gave you thirty. I heard her say so.
And she's going to bring you seventy to-morrow."

"You'll only waste it, Pinky," remonstrated Mrs. Bray. "It will all be
gone before morning."

"Fan," said the woman, leaning toward Mrs. Bray and speaking in a low,
confidential tone, "I dreamed of a cow last night, and that's good
luck, you know. Tom Oaks made a splendid hit last Saturday--drew twenty
dollars--and Sue Minty got ten. They're all buzzing about it down in our
street, and going to Sam McFaddon's office in a stream."

"Do they have good luck at Sam McFaddon's?" asked Mrs. Bray, with
considerable interest in her manner.

"It's the luckiest place that I know. Never dreamed of a cow or a hen
that I didn't make a hit, and I dreamed of a cow last night. She was
giving such a splendid pail of milk, full to the brim, just as old Spot
and Brindle used to give. You remember our Spot and Brindle, Fan?"

"Oh yes." There was a falling inflection in Mrs. Bray's voice, as if
the reference had sent her thoughts away back to other and more innocent
days.

The two women sat silent for some moments after that; and when Pinky
spoke, which she did first, it was in lower and softer tones:

"I don't like to think much about them old times, Fan; do you? I might
have done better. But it's no use grizzling about it now. What's done's
done, and can't be helped. Water doesn't run up hill again after it's
once run down. I've got going, and can't stop, you see. There's nothing
to catch at that won't break as soon as you touch it. So I mean to be
jolly as I move along."

"Laughing is better than crying at any time," returned Mrs. Bray; "here
are five more;" and she handed Pinky Swett another bank-bill. "I'm going
to try my luck. Put half a dollar on ten different rows, and we'll go
shares on what is drawn. I dreamed the other night that I saw a flock of
sheep, and that's good luck, isn't it?"

Pinky thrust her hand into her pocket and drew out a worn and soiled
dream-book.

"A flock of sheep; let me see;" and she commenced turning over the
leaves. "Sheep; here it is: 'To see them is a sign of sorrow--11, 20,
40, 48. To be surrounded by many sheep denotes good luck--2, 11, 55.'
That's your row; put down 2, 11, 55. We'll try that. Next put down 41
11, 44--that's the lucky row when you dream of a cow."

As Pinky leaned toward her friend she dropped her