ith ribbons tied to the
handle. Then they were instructed to hunt all the rooms on the lower
floor, the veranda, and the nearby lawns, and gather into their baskets
such of the above mentioned articles as they could find. A prize would
be given to the one who had the most valuable collection, according to
the values given on the placard.

At the word "go!" they scuttled away, and hunted eagerly, now and then
stooping to pick up a pin from the floor, or reaching up to get a
horseshoe from the mantelpiece. The rooms had been literally sown with
the small objects; the clovers and horseshoes being cut from pasteboard
and painted, and the black cats being tiny china, wooden, or bronze
affairs.

Cousin Jack must have had an immense store of these findings, for the
baskets filled rapidly, and yet there seemed always more to be found.

"How are you getting along, Hester?" asked Marjorie as she met her.

"Can't find any hardly. I never have any luck! I s'pose you have a
basket full!"

"Nearly," said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's ill-nature in the midst of
the others' merriment.

"Say, Hester, I'll tell you what! I'll change baskets with you. Want
to?"

"Will you?" and Hester's eyes sparkled. "Oh, Marjorie, will you?"

"Yes, I will, on condition that you'll be nice and pleasant, and not go
around looking as cross as a magpie!"

"All right, give me your basket," and Hester put on a very bright smile
in anticipation of winning the game.

"What did you do that for?" asked Kitty, who saw the transfer of
baskets.

"Oh, because. Never mind now, Kit, I'll tell you to-morrow," and Midget
danced away with Hester's almost empty basket hanging from her arm.

She picked up a few more things here and there, and then Cousin Jack
rang a bell to announce that the game was over. The baskets, each having
its owner's name on a card tied to it, were all put on the hall table,
and Mrs. Maynard and Cousin Ethel appraised the contents, while the
children went to another game.

This time Uncle Steve conducted affairs. Several tables in the
living-room were surrounded by the players, and each was given a paper
and pencil.

"I see," Uncle Steve began, "that this is a Good Luck party. So each of
you write the words 'good luck' at the top of your paper. Have you done
so? Good! Now, I hope you will all of you have all good luck always, but
if you can't get it all, get part. So try your hand at it by making
words of four letters out of tho