even if she does not do it very well. It's sorto' like seeing a pony
walking on its hind legs; it's clever even if it's not natural. You
will have some all right--I'm going over myself. There would have been
a big crowd in if it hadn't been for the wind. You see, you've never
been here before and that all helps."

Then the President of the Red Cross Society came and conducted me to
the house quite near the station where I was to be entertained. My
hostess, who came to the door herself in answer to our ring, was a
sweet-faced, little Southern woman transplanted here in northern
Canada, who with true Southern hospitality and thoughtfulness asked me
if I would not like to step right upstairs and "handsome up a bit"
before I went to the meeting,--"not but what you're looking right
peart," she added quickly.

When I was shown upstairs to the spare room and was well into the
business of "handsoming up," I heard a small voice at the door
speaking my name. I opened the door and found there a small girl of
about seven years of age, who timidly asked if she might come in. I
told her that I was just dressing and would be glad to have her at
some other time. But she quickly assured me that it was right now that
she wished to come in, for she would like to see how I dressed. I
thought the request a strange one and brought the small person in to
hear more of it. She told me,

"I heard my mamma and some other ladies talking about you," she said,
"and wondering what you would be like; and they said that women like
you who go out making speeches never know how to dress themselves, and
they said that they bet a cent that you just flung your clothes
on,--and do you? Because I think it must be lovely to be able to fling