As she had planned, Elise had a log cabin, and in it she had arranged a motley collection of antiques and heirlooms that were quaint and valuable.

It was the design of the Fair to sell really worthwhile things at their full value; and as they expected many wealthy patrons, the committees felt pretty sure of a grand success.
"Elise," said Azalea, as she appeared at the door of the cabin, "here's my contribution to your department.

I haven't had a chance to give it to you before." She handed out a parcel, which Elise opened eagerly.
It proved to be a sampler,--old, but in fine condition.

It was an elaborate one, with many rows of letters, some lines of verse, and several little pictured shapes.

There was a beautiful border, and the signature was _Isabel Cutler, 1636!_ "Oh!" exclaimed Elise, "what a gem! Where _did_ you get it?
Why, Azalea, this is a museum piece! 1636! It's worth hundreds of dollars!" "Oh, no," said Azalea, "it can't be worth all that! But I thought you'd like an old one." "But I don't understand! Where did you get it ?" "It was my grandmother's." "But your grandmother didn't live in 1636!" "N--n--no,--I s'pose not.