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 my head high,—and then I stepped on the front of my dress with the heel of my right foot. I never knew any one else who could do that trick,—and I can't, when I try. I didn't tumble, but my hat went so far over one eye, that I had to cock my head cornerwise to see where I was going,—and the bag of fruit under my arm got squashy.

"When I reached the top, I was glad that the Kirbys weren't in sight; and I wriggled my head until my hat went straight, and dropped the fruit so it wouldn't stain my waist;—and a man picked it up and tried to hand it to me, and as my hands were busy, he laid it on top of the pile of candy-boxes, and went on.

"I was sure that the Kirbys would be at the gate; but they weren't, and I went through and looked all around, and began to wonder what I'd better do. I went across the platform and stood in the door of the station, so as to be in plain sight if they were looking for me,—but they didn't seem to be. I stood there until the clock said five minutes to nine, and then I decided to go and telephone to find out if they were on their way down there,—or how to get to their house.

"I loaded up my belongings and went across the