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 the garbage pail. "How happy they sound!" Carrie thought, smiling, as she heard their laughter.

"Hoo-hoo!" she sang on a falling note.

"Upstairs!"

oop! Of course I had to step on my skirt. Hey-oh, girls! Did you think I'd eloped? I thought they'd never wait on me at Trenchard's; the store was simply jammed; and then just as that red-headed clerk was going to wait on me, this loud-looking woman simply pushed right in front of me, really pushed, and said she wanted to look at lawn mowers! I simply looked at her—I think she felt it, too. I had a lovely ride out, Charlotte, thank you muchly. Did you girls notice the mountain laurel? I never saw so much bloom, and so pink—the daintiest thing!"

"It looks like fat pink sheep all through the pines."

"I know, Kate; that's exactly what I mean. My! But we're gettin' to look booful!"

But I wouldn't live here for a million dollars, she thought. Of course, I don't believe in ghosts, but, goodness! And then way off from everybody. And queer things do happen. It might be all right by day, but by night—no, thank you! Yet with some one you loved perhaps you wouldn't be afraid even at night.

Kate was perched on a stepladder; Charlotte was