ous, she may break out again and do something else. One
can never be sure of Edith."

"It does seem a shame," sighed Kit. "I'd truly love to be friends in
spite of what she did. I want everybody to like me."

"And she probably would have liked you, too, if you hadn't been a
friend of mine. She has always disliked me."

"Well girls, let us console ourselves with some of Auntie Gibbs' fudge.
She just made it on purpose for us," cried Joy, dancing into the big
entrance hall where Shirley, Bet and Kit were curled up on the divan.
Shirley had brought a box of prints that she had promised to show Kit,
and today was a rainy Saturday afternoon and just the time to do it.

The Merriweather Girls were having their weekly meeting at the Manor.

A little later Colonel Baxter joined them and demanded the right to be
included in the club.

"Here you are having a good time, and I'm out of it."

"But Dad, you can't be a Merriweather Girl, you know that."

"Well I might be Legal Advisor or something of the sort. Give me a
fancy title and I'll be happy."

"All right," exclaimed Kit, clapping her hands. "Legal Advisor it is,
and we'll ask your advice right this minute on a very important
problem. How do you make people like you? Turn hatred into love or
something like that?"

"One way is to shut your eyes to the hatred, forget it's there and
everything will come out all right in the end."

"And that's that," said Bet. "Dad knows."

"All right Shirley, he's given us his first valuable legal advice. Now
he might be permitted to have some fudge and also look at your
snapshots. He's getting impatient," pleaded Kit, as she and Bet
wandered away into the drawing room and Joy danced out to the kitchen
for more fudge.

The Colonel was always interested in the progress Shirley was making in
photography. She seemed to have a decided talent for taking pictures.
Every print was looked at carefully and praised and sometimes
criticized by the Colonel as they talked of the methods of taking, the
style of finish and all the other details of the work.

"Some of these days you'll be having a gallery of your own and hanging
out your sign." The Colonel smiled and patted the little hand of
Shirley. His daughter's chums were very dear to him.

"I'm afraid I'm not clever enough for that. There is a lot to learn
about taking pictures. I've always been glad I had some training with
Mr. Colby before he retired. You know I just lo