night, "and so dark, Marion, I am afraid to go."

"Plenty of people going. What is there to be afraid of? We go down from
here in a carriage."

"I wouldn't go, Flossy," chimed in a voice from the rocker and one from
the ottoman.

"It will be very damp there," pleaded Flossy, who _did_ like to be
accommodating.

"You may have ten thicknesses of my shawl to sit on," urged Marion.
"Come, now, Flossy Shipley. I didn't have the least idea of coaxing
those other girls to go, for every one knows they are selfish and will
do as they please; but I did think you would keep me company. It really
isn't pleasant to think of going alone."

The end of it was that Flossy, done up in a cloak twice too large for
her, went off looking like the martyr that she was, and Eurie and Ruth
staid in their room and laughed over the ridiculousness of Flossy
Shipley going out in the night and the rain, in a lavender cashmere, to
attend a religious meeting!




CHAPTER IV.

FAIRPOINT.