But I don't care Mother says I'm a great,--great,--I've forgotten the word, but it means dirty and careless, and I guess I do look like a fright, don't I ?" Mary now for the first time noticed the appearance of her companion, and readily guessed that the word which she could not remember, was "slattern." She was a fat, chubby little girl, with a round, sunny face and laughing blue eyes, while her brown hair hung around her forehead in short, tangled curls.

The front breadth of her pink gingham dress was plastered with mud.

One of her shoe strings was untied, and the other one gone.

The bottom of one pantalet was entirely torn off, and the other rolled nearly to the knee disclosing a pair of ankles of no Liliputian dimensions.

The strings of her white sun-bonnet were twisted into a hard knot, and the bonnet itself hung down her back, partially hiding the chasm made by the absence of three or four hooks and eyes.