didn’t take to many people, because perhaps people didn't take to her. She was not pretty, and her solemn, big gray eyes, they used to say, seemed always t0 be somehow looking them through and through. So they were glad always to get away from her, and her searching eyes.

Then she had a blunt way about her of saying odd things; and she was too truthful to be very popu- lar; they said she was not polite,” because once when a great lady asked her if she would not like to go home with her to live, she said, ‘~ No; because the great lady hawked and spit, and that it made her sick.” The lady never asked her again to come and live with her; but she never spat in the child’s presence again either, and that was something gained to both of them.

And once, when there was a Congressman invited to dinner, the little girl was permitted to come into the parlour and liste11 while the older people talked. She sat on the edge of a great black sofa, just where her solemn eyes could watch every movement, take in every detail of the visitor. He wasa vain 111211l,])Ol11[)— ous and full of his own importance. Though he was a great politician, too, even if he did run a white part through the middle of his hair, and wax his long, black moustache, and dust his face with a pink Pezzoni powder, and use perfume on his clothes, and nibble scented bon-bon balls.

He talked a great deal after dinner, and the others listened. The little girl listened more closely than