pper at his house that night.

"I'm the play Captain Smith," laughed Anne, looking up at the
rough-speaking, soft-hearted man; "but you talk like the real captain.
'I give this for a law,' he said, 'that he who will not work shall not
eat.'"

Mrs. Collins said that night that the girls must not play Jamestown
settlers any more. They might get ill or hurt or snake-bit; and who
ever heard of such a game for little girls? they ought to stay in the
house and keep their faces white and their frocks clean and play dolls.
Anne and Lizzie, however, teased next day until she relented and even
waddled down the hill to see their settlement.

"I told them chillen they shouldn't put thar foots in that ma'sh on the
branch, gettin' wet and draggled and catchin' colds and chills," she
explained to her husband. "But they begged so hard I told 'em to go on
and have a good time. Maybe it won't hurt 'em. They're good-mindin'
gals. And I never did believe in encouragin' chillen to disobey you by
tellin' 'em they shouldn't do things you see thar heads set on doin'.
Don't be so hard on the boys, Peter, for stoppin' awhile to play. If the
Lord hadn't 'a' meant for chillen to have play-time, He'd 'a' made 'em
workin' age to begin with."

The Jamestown colony, like the great undertaking after which it was
patterned, had many ups and downs,--flourishing when Jake and Peter
could steal off to be Indians and new settlers, and then being neglected
and almost deserted. Anne and Lizzie found the most beautiful place to
play keeping house. On the hillside, there were two great rocks, full of
the most delightful nooks and crevices. One of these rocks was Anne's
home, the other was Lizzie's. In the moss-carpeted rooms, lived daisy
ladies, with brown-eyed Susans for maids. They made visits and gave
dinner parties, having bark tables set with acorn-cups and bits of
broken glass and china. They had leaf boats to go a-pleasuring on the
spring brook where they had wonderful adventures.

Rainy days put an end to outdoor delights, but they only gave more time
for indoor games with their neglected dolls.

After breakfast one rainy morning, Lizzie asked her mother for some
scraps--she didn't want any except pretty ones--to make dresses for
Honey-Sweet and Nancy Jane. Mrs. Collins replied that she had no idea of
wasting her good bed-quilt and carpet-rag pieces on such foolishness as
doll dresses. But when ten minutes later the girls went back to repeat
thei