athlessly.

"What is your name? where do you live? I shall have to see your mother
and talk to her," said Miss Margery.

"My name's Peggy Callahan and we live out that way," waving her hand
northward. "There ain't no number to the house. You go down this street
till it turns to a road and you come to a gate marked 'No Thoroughfare'
and you go straight through it and follow the path and you come to a
little brown house with red roses on the porch. That's our house. Oh!
there's two with roses! One is a colored lady's. Ours is the one with
the so many children."

"I know your mother. And I remember the place," said Miss Margery,
writing a few lines in her notebook. "I am going out that way this
afternoon and we will see what can be done."

"Thank you, lady," said Peggy, and bounded away.

"I'd better send you home, Anne," said Miss Margery, with a little sigh,
"and let you go with me some other time. This place is a long way off,
much farther than I had expected to go this afternoon."

"Please, Miss Margery, let me go," pleaded Anne. "I never get tired. And
I do want to go through the 'No Thoroughfare' gate, and see the little
brown house with the red roses and the children."

Miss Margery hesitated, then consented, and she and Anne trudged through
the dingy suburb of shabby, scattered houses.

"P'rhaps I oughtn't to have come," said Anne, rather doubtfully. "It's
cobblestones. They skin shoes. Cousin Dorcas says she doesn't know where
money's coming from to buy another pair. I asked her if we couldn't get
you to give me some shoes, like you do Albert and those other children,
and it made her cry. She said that would be a disgrace. Why, Miss
Margery?"

"Miss Dorcas does not like to have people give her things," said Miss
Margery.

"But Mrs. Collins gave me a dress and a hat and ever so many things. And
I need shoes. I need them bad as Albert did. If I don't get some pretty
soon, I can't go to school. Why mustn't you give them to me?"

Miss Margery did not undertake to explain. "Don't worry about shoes
to-day," she said. "Be careful where you walk and don't stump your toes.
Those shoes look pretty well still. Miss Dorcas crosses bridges
sometimes before she comes to them. Why, there's Albert Naumann.
Good-afternoon, Albert. Have you any pennies for the saving bank
to-day?"

"No, madam, lady," answered Albert. "I have no time for to earn the
pennies to-day. I have for to pick up the coal for mine Mutter. It ma