"Never mind, mama.

I wonder he looks at me at all.

And if he does again, after seeing my brother with those horrible people----" "Now, now!" Mrs.Adams interrupted, expostulating mournfully.

"I'm sure Walter's a GOOD boy----" "You are ?" Alice cried, with a sudden vigour.

"You ARE ?" "I'm sure he's GOOD, yes--and if he isn't, it's not his fault.