CONTENTS
KITTY'S CLASS DAY
AUNT KIPP
PSYCHE'S ART
A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
ON PICKET DUTY
THE BARON'S GLOVES
MY RED CAP
WHAT THE BELLS SAW AND SAID
PROVERB STORIES
KITTY'S CLASS DAY
"A stitch in time saves nine."
"O Pris, Pris, I'm really going! Here's the invitation--rough
paper--Chapel--spreads--Lyceum Hall--everything splendid; and Jack to
take care of me!"
As Kitty burst into the room and performed a rapturous _pas seul_,
waving the cards over her head, sister Priscilla looked up from her
work with a smile of satisfaction on her quiet face.
"Who invites you, dear?"
"Why, Jack, of course,--dear old cousin Jack. Nobody else ever thinks
of me, or cares whether I have a bit of pleasure now and then. Isn't
he kind? Mayn't I go? and, O Pris, what _shall_ I wear?"
Kitty paused suddenly, as if the last all-important question had a
solemnizing effect upon both mind and body.
"Why, your white muslin, silk sacque, and new hat, of course," began
Pris with an air of surprise. But Kitty broke in impetuously,--
