r to
look nice. You'd ought to wear pretty gowns--of course you had. Let's
surprise Uncle Jason by dressing you up. Why, he hasn't seen you dressed
up since--since I've been here."

"Longer'n that, child--much longer'n that," admitted Aunt 'Mira,
shamefacedly. "P'r'aps _'tis_ my fault. Anyway, I'm glad about the
pump," and she kissed her niece heartily.

CHAPTER XI

A RAINY DAY

Janice had learned that there were at least two senses left to Hopewell
Drugg's unfortunate child that connected her with the world as it is,
and with her fellow creatures. As she gradually had lost her sight and
hearing, and, consequently, speech was more and more difficult for her,
Lottie's sense of touch and of smell were being sharpened.

Her olfactory nerves were almost as keen as a dog's. How she loved the
scent of flowers! She named many of the blossoms in the gardens about
just by the odor wafted to her upon the air. And she was really a pretty
sight, sitting upon the shady porch of her father's store, sorting and
making into bouquets the flowers that neighbors gave her.

The old-fashioned shrubs and flowers in the Day yard were in bloom now
in abundance, and one morning before school Janice carried to little
Lottie a huge armful of odorous blossoms. It was a "dripping" morning.
As yet it had not rained hard; but just as Janice turned off High
Street toward the store, the heavens opened and the rain fell in
torrents.

She ran laughing to the porch of the Drugg's store. For once the man was
at the front, and he welcomed her with his polite, storekeeper's smile,
and the natural courtesy which was usual with him. Janice remembered how
the carping Mrs. Scattergood had declared that Hopewell Drugg would be
"polite to a stray cat!"

"You must not go farther in this rain, Miss Janice," he said. "Do come
in. Miss 'Rill went along to school half an hour ago--or she never would
have gotten there without a wetting. Are these for little Lottie? How
kind of you!"

"She's a dear, and she loves flowers so," replied Janice, brightly. "I
_will_ come in out of the rain, if you don't mind, Mr. Drugg."

"Yes. The roof of the porch leaks a little. I--I ought to fix that,"
said the storekeeper, feebly.

He followed his visitor in, and as his fiddle lay on the counter near at
hand, he took it up. He was playing softly an old, old tune, when Janice
came back through the passage from the house. She had found Lottie in
the kitchen, and had