," he added,
seeing a little hurt look on Edna's face, "to tell you the truth,
Edna, if it hadn't been for you I don't know how I should have
managed; we did have some good times, and you made me ashamed of
myself lots of times; so I didn't get into trouble near as often as I
might have done if you hadn't been there; but while you were away I
couldn't stand it, and I really did think I'd run away--I should have
stopped on the way to say good-by to you, though--but when father and
mother came I forgot all about everything, you see. I tell you, you
are a brick, and stood up for me like a Trojan. I told father and
mother all about it."

Praise like this was very sweet to Edna.

"You stood up for me when that boy, that Phil Blaney, was so
dreadful," she made answer.

"Ho! that was nothing, I found out what a mean sort of a chap he was
that day, and I've not liked him since. I like Charlie Stabler much
better. Say, how will you like living here?"

"What do you mean? Am I really to come back? Did you hear mamma say
so? And you will not be here. O, dear!"

"I heard some talk of you all coming here to live."

"That was what papa meant then. O, I wish I knew."

"He's in the other room now talking to my father. Let's go ask him,"
and the children ran tumultuously in to Mr. Conway.

"Well, I'm thinking of it," was his reply to their questioning. "It
looks now as if my business would bring me here."

"And we'll really all come here to live?" cried Edna.

"Yes, I think so."

"O, then! O, papa! Couldn't we live in the country where Dorothy Evans
lives? Mr. Evans comes to the city every day. It isn't far."

Mr. Conway looked at his wife. "That would not be a bad idea," he
said.

"It would be an excellent one provided we can find the right place. I
think it would be much better for the children," she replied.

So then and there it was arranged that a trip in that direction should
be made the next day.

"Edna will be so happy to be near her friends," said Mrs. Conway to
Mrs. Morrison; "although I do believe the child would try to be
contented anywhere," she added.

"She has a very helpful spirit," returned Mrs. Morrison. "I don't know
what Louis would have done without her. She has been much braver than
he." An admission which, while perfectly true, Mrs. Conway thought was
a very generous one for a mother to make.

"I can take Moggins to Margaret," said Edna, delightedly, on their way
back to Aunt Elizabeth's; "an