stick out my tongue, I'll say that. How was it, Grandma? I can't 'member it." Sara by herself never committed a wrong act. Wrong acts were always drawn from her reluctantly through the wrongdoing and unkindness of others.
"I've often," pursued the grandmother, "seen Robert with five- and even ten-cent pieces which he had gotten for being good."
"Which he had gotten by doing work," Alice insisted mildly but firmly.
"Whether it's face-washing or doing any other task, it's being paid for something one doesn't care to do. Whoever heard of a boy being paid for doing work that he liked? Won't you wash your face, Sara darling?"
"I'm going to stay like this so that Robert can see me when he comes back from school; then I'm going to stay this way so my papa can see me when he comes back, and I'm going to go to bed like this, and Laurie she won't know me. She'll wake up in the morning—" One could see that if Sara were permitted to go on, weeks and months would elapse before she would wash her face. Hurriedly Grandma changed the subject to bustles.
"I shouldn't think you'd want to wear this, Sara. It isn't pretty."
"Aunt Caroline used to wear 'em. She wore 'em behind, Aunt Caroline did."
"A great many queer things have been worn," responded Mrs. Marcey, "these and hoop skirts. People have deformed themselves in many ways. Savages also put rings in their noses."
This was the first part of her grandmother's message of good taste that Sara had heard.
"It isn't good to put things in your nose," she assented with an air of dramatic gloom. "Nellie Ken-
