prominent Canadian
newspapers, and we also intend to have it printed in pamphlet form for
distribution among our patrons. Thanking you for the interest you have
shown in our enterprise, we remain,

"Yours very truly,

"THE ROLLINGS RELIABLE

"BAKING POWDER Co."

"I don't understand," said Anne, blankly.

Diana clapped her hands.

"Oh, I KNEW it would win the prize--I was sure of it. _I_ sent your
story into the competition, Anne."

"Diana--Barry!"

"Yes, I did," said Diana gleefully, perching herself on the bed. "When
I saw the offer I thought of your story in a minute, and at first
I thought I'd ask you to send it in. But then I was afraid you
wouldn't--you had so little faith left in it. So I just decided I'd send
the copy you gave me, and say nothing about it. Then, if it didn't win
the prize, you'd never know and you wouldn't feel badly over it, because
the stories that failed were not to be returned, and if it did you'd
have such a delightful surprise."

Diana was not the most discerning of mortals, but just at this moment it
struck her that Anne was not looking exactly overjoyed. The surprise was
there, beyond doubt--but where was the delight?

"Why, Anne, you don't seem a bit pleased!" she exclaimed.

Anne instantly manufactured a smile and put it on.

"Of course I couldn't be anything but pleased over your unselfish wish
to give me pleasure," she said slowly. "But you know--I'm so amazed--I
can't realize it--and I don't understand. There wasn't a word in my
story about--about--" Anne choked a little over the word--"baking
powder."

"Oh, _I_ put that in," said Diana, reassured. "It was as easy as
wink--and of course my experience in our old Story Club helped me. You
know the scene where Averil makes the cake? Well, I just stated that
she used the Rollings Reliable in it, and that was why it turned out so
well; and then, in the last paragraph, where PERCEVAL clasps AVERIL in
his arms and says, 'Sweetheart, the beautiful coming years will bring us
the fulfilment of our home of dreams,' I added, 'in which we will never
use any baking powder except Rollings Reliable.'"

"Oh," gasped poor Anne, as if some one had dashed cold water on her.

"And you've won the twenty-five dollars," continued Diana jubilantly.
"Why, I heard Priscilla say once that the Canadian Woman only pays five
dollars for a story!"

Anne held out the hateful pink slip in shaking fingers.

"I can't take it--it's yours by rig