the days for the most part went happily for the two little girls. they spent much time out-of-doors, lessons taking up only two hours a day. beside the many outdoor plays which all children love there were others which patty invented, and these marian liked best. the two had some disagreements and a few quarrels, for patty, being the youngest child in her family, was a little spoiled, and liked her own way. she was an independent, venturesome little body, and led marian into ways she had never tried before. she loved excitement and was always planning something new and unusual.

one morning after the two had raced around the lawn till they were tired, had climbed trees, jumped from the top step many times, gathered chestnuts from the burrs newly opened by the frost, patty was at her wits' end to know what

to do next. "let's run away," she said suddenly.

"oh, what for?" said marian to whom such adventures never suggested themselves.

"oh, just because; just to do something we haven't done," was the reply.

"but where shall we run?"

"oh, anywhere. down there." patty nodded toward the road which led from the college grounds.

marian looked dubious. "but where would we stay at night, and where would we get anything to eat?"

"oh, along the way somewhere."

"we haven't any money to buy food."

"no, but some one would give it to us if we asked."

"why, then we would be beggars."

patty nodded. "i've always thought i would like to try what it would be like not to mind your clothes, nor your face and hands. it would be rather fine, don't you think, not to have grown-ups say to you: be careful of your frock. don't get your shoes wet. no lady ever has such a face and hands."

"ye-es," doubtfully from marian. "suppose we should get lost and never find our way back."

"we couldn't if we kept a straight road. we might meet a princess in disguise, riding in her carriage and she might take us in with her. i should like to see a real princess."

"my father has seen one."

"i don't believe it."

"he has. cross my heart. he wrote to grandma about her and said she looked like any one else."

"then she couldn't have been a real princess," said patty triumphantly.

"my father doesn't tell stories, i thank you," said marian indignantly.

"you don't know whether he does or not; you don't know him," retorted patty.

marian gave her one look, arose from where she was sitting, and stalked into the house. patty was at her heels in a moment. "oh, please don't get mad," she begged.

marian made no reply for a moment, then she said in a low voice, "i'm not exactly mad, but my feelings hurt me."

patty was too warm-hearted to let this pass.

she flung her arms around her friend's neck. "i was horrid to say that," she said, "when i have a father close by and you haven't any mother."

"neither have you," returned marian mollified.

"i know, but i have brothers and sisters, and live with my father. i think, after all, marian, we won't run away, but we might go down that road a little way and see what it looks like."

"haven't you ever been there?"

"no, we always go in the other direction." she did not say why, nor did she tell marian that she had been warned of a rowdy neighborhood in the vicinity of some factories further on. "you see," she continued, "it would be fun to pretend we were running away. we could stay till it gets dark and we began to be afraid."

"not till it is really dark," marian improved on the suggestion, "but just till it begins to be."

"well, yes, that would do. come on, let us start."

"don't you think we ought to take some lunch?"

"well, maybe, though i would rather trust to luck; it would be much more exciting. i think i will take five cents that i have, and then if we

don't see any chance of getting something to eat we can buy enough to keep us from getting very, very hungry." so saying, she ran toward the house.

"bring patty wee," called marian after her.

"all right," answered patty the big from the door-step. she came out again directly with the money clasped in her hand, and bearing patty wee.

"i suppose we mustn't go near any children," said marian as they started off, "for we might give them the whooping-cough."

"i'm sure i don't want to go near any," replied patty independently. "see, the road we are going to take leads right past the chapel and down that hill."

"what are those chimneys sticking up there at the foot of the hill, where all that smoke is coming out?"

"they are the chimneys of the factories."

"what kind of factories?"

"oh, some kind. i don't know. we can ask when we get home if you would like to know." she hurried marian past the big factory buildings from which issued the clattering noise of

machinery, and from whose chimneys black smoke was pouring. at the foot of the hill there was a little bridge spanning a rapid stream. further up, the stream was bordered by willows, and a meadow beyond seemed an inviting playground. "let's go up there," said marian; "it looks so pleasant."

"we might fish if we had a hook and line," said patty, bent on some new diversion.

"oh, do you suppose there are any fish so near the factory?"

"there might be," returned patty, "but as we haven't anything to catch them with they are perfectly safe."

marian laughed, then added, "i think i am glad they are, for i don't believe it would make me very happy to see the poor things struggling and gasping."

"then it is just as well we can't catch them, for i don't want to make you unhappy," said patty. "see that big tree over there with that flat rock near it? i think it looks as if it would be a nice place to play."

"so it does. i wonder if we can reach it easily."

"i'll go and see. if it is all right i will call you. just wait here for me."

marian sat down on the stump of a tree near the bridge to wait. it was pleasant to hear the murmur of the water, and to watch the little eddies and ripples. it was a true indian summer day, warm and hazy. the squirrels were whisking their tails in the trees near by, and the crows were cawing in a corn field not far off. marian was enjoying it all very much when patty called, "come, marian, come. i've found something. come around by the fence and creep under."

marian obeyed and was soon by patty's side. "what have you found?"

"just see here," said patty excitedly. "some one has been playing here before us."

marian stooped down to look where, in a little cave made by the large stone, was a small doll, a table made of a block of wood, some bits of blue china for dishes, a row of acorns for cups, and a bed of green moss. outside stood a small cart made of a box with spools for wheels.

"isn't it cunning?" said patty, appealed to by the unusual. "now we can play nicely."

"do you think we ought to touch them?"

"why not? they are out here where anybody could get them. i shouldn't wonder if some child had been playing here and forgot all about it. there's no telling how long they have been here." this quieted marian's scruples and they took possession. patty wee, as they now called marian's little doll, just fitted in the cart, so she was brought in state to visit the cave doll, whom patty called miggy wig, neither knew just why.

it was much more interesting to serve grass and acorn kernels from broken bits of china than it was to have a real tea-party in an orderly nursery with real cups and saucers, and the strange doll added to the zest of the play because she was an unknown. the children speculated upon who might be her possible owner, and wondered if she were mourned and missed, or only forgotten. a fat toad, tempted out by the warm sunshine, hopped from under the stone and sat blinking at the children in such a funny way that they laughed so loud as to send him away.

everything was going on merrily when presently the shrill whistle of the factory announced that it was noon, and pretty soon crowds of men,

women, boys and girls trooped down the road toward a group of small houses further along. it was a noisy, jostling crowd and the two children were glad they were not nearer. they cowered down behind the big rock to wait till the factory hands had passed by.

in a few minutes patty peeped forth. "they've gone," she whispered. "i don't believe they would have noticed us anyhow. let's play that the fat toad is an enchanted prince, and that miggy wig is going to liberate him from his enchantment."

"all right," agreed marian. "what shall patty wee be?"

"if miggy wig is the fairy, patty wee can be the princess who will wed the prince. now miggy wig and i are going to gather three kinds of herbs to make the charm," said patty.

marian was delighted. she had but lately entered the wonderful region of fairy-land, but under patty's guidance was becoming very familiar with its charms and enchantments.

patty and miggy wig hied forth to gather the three kinds of herbs while marian kept watch with patty wee. it was now so quiet that the

toad ventured out again. patty had dubbed him prince puff, a very fitting name the girls agreed. marian was watching him as he did his funny act of swallowing, shutting his eyes and looking as if he meant to eat his own head, patty said, when suddenly voices sounded behind her, angry voices.

"well ain't that cheek?" cried some one.

marian looked up and saw two shabby looking girls about her own age. she quickly rose to her feet, letting patty wee slip to the ground. the other patty was some distance away.

"what business have you got here?" said the taller of the strange girls, stepping up.

"why, we're just playing," replied marian.

"just playing," mimicked the girl. "do you hear that, pearl? just playing with our things. ain't that cheek for you? let's show her what we think of folks that steal our belongings."

"i haven't taken a thing," said marian indignantly. "i am not a thief."

"where's my doll, then? call me a liar, do you?" said the girl fiercely, and stepping still nearer she gave marian a sounding slap on the cheek.

by this time patty had seen the newcomers and had hurried up. "don't you dare touch my friend," she cried. "we're not doing any harm to you and your things."

"well, you've meddled with them, and you were going to take my doll; you've got it now. give it to me," and the girl snatched miggy wee from patty's hand. "they meddled, didn't they, pearl?"

"yes, they did," chimed in the younger girl. "they meddled, so they did."

"well, they've got to hustle off pretty quick or i'll set my father's big dog on them. get out, you thieves," she said to patty and marian.

"we are not thieves," replied patty indignantly.

"what were you doing with my doll, then?"

"i didn't know it was yours. i didn't know it belonged to any one."

"oh, you didn't," in sarcastic tones. "perhaps you thought it grew here like that there weed; you look green enough to think that."

patty clenched her hands and bit her lip to keep from making an answer which she knew would only aggravate matters. she drew her

self up and gave the girl a withering look, then she turned to marian. "come, let us go," she said.

"oh, you think you're very grand, don't you," said the girl teasingly. "well, you're not, and i can tell you we're not going to let you off so easy. you've got to pay for the use of our playhouse. i'll take this in pay," and she grabbed patty wee from marian.

"oh, no, no," cried marian in distress, "you can't have my doll."

"i can't, can't i? i'll show you whether i can." and the girl faced marian so threateningly that she shrank away.

then patty thought of a device. "you'd better not come too near us," she cried, "for we've got the whooping-cough," and indeed just then by reason of the excitement she did have a paroxysm of coughing which plainly showed that she spoke truly.

the girl backed away, and as soon as patty had recovered, she grasped marian's hand and hurried her away. "never mind patty wee," she said; "i'll get you another just like her. let's get away as fast as we can."

marian realized that this was the wiser plan,

and they hurried off, their two enemies calling after them mockingly.

their breathless flight set them both coughing, and when they recovered breath they both walked soberly on without saying a word, their object being to get as far away as possible from the scene of trouble. up hill and down again they trudged, and presently saw ahead of them a house and garden at the junction of two roads.

"i never saw that place before," said patty, looking at it with a puzzled air. "i'm sure i don't know where we are."

"oh, patty," exclaimed marian in dismay, "are we lost?"

"well no, not exactly. we'll stop at that house and ask the way."

as they approached they saw that the front of the house was a small country store, so they went around to the door and opened it. a bell jangled sharply as they entered, and from somewhere in the rear a woman came forward. "what's wanting?" she asked.

"will you tell us how far we are from revell?" said patty. "we want to go there, to the college."

the woman looked at her with some curiosity.

"it's about three miles," she said. "you go up this road and turn to your left about a mile on, just before you come to the factories. you pass by them and keep straight on."

"thank you," said patty. then seeing piles of rosy apples, boxes of crackers, and such eatables, she realized that she was very hungry. "will you tell me what time it is?" she said.

the woman looked up at a big clock over the door. "it is after two," she said, "about quarter past."

"oh, dear," patty looked at marian, "we can't get back to dinner." suddenly all the joys of a gypsy life faded away. she looked at the apples, felt in her coat pocket for her five cents, and fortunately found it. "how much are those apples?" she asked.

"ten cents a quarter peck," the woman told her.

"oh, i meant how much apiece."

"i guess you can have 'em for a cent apiece. there'll be about ten in a quarter, i expect."

"then i'll take two." the woman picked out

two fine red ones and handed them to her. "i have three cents left," said patty. "what shall i get, marian?" her eyes roved along the shelves.

"that soft mixture's nice," said the woman, "and it's right fresh."

"can i get three cents' worth?"

"oh, yes."

"then i'll take it."

the woman took down a box of mixed cakes and weighed out the necessary amount. patty gave the five cents and the two little girls left the store.

"i never was so hungry," said patty, her teeth immediately seeking the apple.

"nor i," said marian, following her example. and they trudged along munching the apples till they reached the top of the hill. they could see the factory chimneys in the distance and knew they could find their way, though both dreaded to pass the neighborhood of the rude girls who must live near the factory. they almost held their breath as they approached the spot, but they got by safely, and toiled on toward home, two thoroughly weary, disgusted little girls.

"it wasn't much fun," said marian plaintively, as they neared the house.

"i shall never, never want to go that way again," said patty contritely. "we haven't had any real dinner; i've spent my five cents, and you've lost patty wee."

at the thought of this last disaster marian's eyes filled. "don't feel so," said patty in distress. "i'll buy you another the very first time i go to the city. i know dolly will give me five cents."

"but it won't be patty wee," said marian mournfully.

patty was honest enough to go straight to her sister emily with the whole story of the morning's trouble. "you knew you were disobedient, didn't you, patty?" said emily gently. "now you see why daddy always forbade your going down that way. he knows those factory people are a rough set."

patty hung her head. "i know i was as bad as could be, emily, but i'll never do it again."

"the worst part is that you led marian into it, for she didn't know, as you did, that you mustn't go that way. you say those girls struck her,

and took her doll away from her. i think she had the worst of it, and yet it was all your fault, patty."

"oh, dear, oh, dear, i am wickeder than i thought," sobbed patty. "what can i do, emily, to make up for it? i will do anything you think i ought. i spent my five cents and i haven't any more to get another patty wee."

"if you will go without dessert for a week i will give you five cents to buy another doll. i think you have had punishment enough otherwise, but you can't make up to marian for having those girls treat her so."

patty's tears flowed afresh, but she agreed to give up what meant a great deal to her.

however, the five cents did not go toward buying another patty wee, for when patty told her brothers of the morning's adventure, they looked at each other knowingly, and a little later on plotted together in the shed. so a few days after they triumphantly appeared with the lost patty wee which they restored to the delighted marian. they would never tell how they recovered the doll, but pearl and evelina have memories of three big determined boys bearing

down upon them when they were playing under the big tree, boys who demanded a doll taken by force, and having great respect for manly strength the girls gave up patty wee without a word.