all broken to pieces, and he said they were only
dancing on a tight rope ; he sent Rose and Lily, —
the paper-dolls, you know, — up in the air tied to
the tail of his kite; the rag-baby he took for a
scarecrow over his garden; and surely, Aunt
Faith, you have not forgotten how he made
Jeff Davis on the apple-tree, out of my dear
china Josephine, or how he blew up Julia Rubber
with his cannon last Fourth of July, when I
lent her to him for the Goddess of Liberty ? "
" Well, Gem, I did not realize that you had suffered so much. Take good care of Estella, and perhaps Santa Claus will make up your losses."
Grace, or Gem, as she was called from the three initials of her names, Grace Evans Morris, — G. E. M., — ran off into the house to look up Estelia, leaving Aunt Faith once more alone.
On a rustic seat in the arbor sat Sibyl Warrington reading. Her golden hair was coiled in close braids around her well-shaped head, her firm, erect figure was arrayed in a simple dress of