a fresh frock for her doll whom she reproved severely for being
so untidy and so slow about dressing. Louise, who was wrestling with
Annette's curls, turned and saw Anne devoting herself to her doll's
toilette when she ought to have been finishing her own. The much-tried
maid snatched away Honey-Sweet and shook her heartily.

"Don't, don't, Louise!" cried Anne. "Don't you hurt Honey-Sweet. I'll
dress. I'll hurry. I'll be quick."

Louise looked keenly at Anne's flushed, earnest face. Then she gave poor
Honey-Sweet a smart little smack. "The wicked _bebe_!" she exclaimed.
"She does not permit that you make the toilette. If you are not dressed
in six minutes exact, I give the spank once more to the bad _bebe_!"

Anne's fingers hurried as she had not known they could hurry and in
exactly four minutes she presented herself for Louise to tie her
hair-ribbons, while she cuddled and pitied her rescued baby.

"Oh, ho! Mees Anne," said Louise, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction
at having found a way to enforce promptness. "Each morning that is
tardy, I give the spank to the wicked _bebe_ that makes you to delay."

To save Honey-Sweet from punishment, Anne sprang up the next morning at
Louise's first call and dressed at once. To her surprise, she found that
it was really pleasanter than dawdling over her toilette, and Louise
good-naturedly gave her permission to take Honey-Sweet for a
before-breakfast stroll to the arbor in the playground.

From the first, Anne got on well in her classes. She did not like to
study lessons in books--she was always getting tangled up in long
sentences or stumbling over big words--but where she once, in spite of
the printed page, understood a subject, she made it her own. The scenes
and events described in her history, geography, and reading lessons were
vivid to her mind's eye and she pictured them vividly to others. Her
classmates soon found that they could learn a lesson in half the time
and with half the effort by studying it with Anne.

"I speak to study the hist'ry with Anne to-day," Amelia would say.

"Anne, if you'll go over the g'og'aphy lesson with me, I'll work your
'zamples for you," Madge would promise.

The girls found, too, that Anne could tell the most delightful stories.
And she was always inventing charming new ways to play. Instead of
keeping her paper dolls limp and loose, like the other girls, she pasted
them on stiff cardboard, pulled them about with threads, and had