polite to your sister."

"Must Belle be kind and polite to me, else she ain't a lady?"

"Yes."

"Then Belle's no lady!" said Billy succinctly.

Elnora could say nothing more just then, and she bade them good-bye and
started them home.

"The poor little souls!" she mused. "I think the Almighty put them in
my way to show me real trouble. I won't be likely to spend much time
pitying myself while I can see them." She glanced at the lunchbox. "What
on earth do I carry this for? I never had anything that was so strictly
ornamental! One sure thing! I can't take this stuff to the high school.
You never seem to know exactly what is going to happen to you while you
are there."

As if to provide a way out of her difficulty a big dog arose from a
lawn, and came toward the gate wagging his tail. "If those children ate
the stuff, it can't possibly kill him!" thought Elnora, so she offered
the bologna. The dog accepted it graciously, and being a beast of
pedigree he trotted around to a side porch and laid the bologna before
his mistress. The woman snatched it, screaming: "Come, quick! Some one
is trying to poison Pedro!" Her daughter came running from the house.
"Go see who is on the street. Hurry!" cried the excited mother.

Ellen Brownlee ran and looked. Elnora was half a block away, and no
one nearer. Ellen called loudly, and Elnora stopped. Ellen came running