hat are left over.

(CECILY, WONDERINGLY:--"I don't see why that was put among the
funny paragraphs. Shouldn't it have gone in the General Information
department?")

Old Mr. McIntyre's son on the Markdale Road had been very sick for
several years and somebody was sympathizing with him because his son was
going to die. "Oh," Mr. McIntyre said, quite easy, "he might as weel be
awa'. He's only retarding buzziness."

FELIX KING.

GENERAL INFORMATION BUREAU

P-t-r. What kind of people live in uninhabited places?

Ans.: Cannibals, likely.

FELIX KING.

[Footnote 1: The obituary was written by Mr. Felix King, but the two
lines of poetry were composed by Miss Sara Ray.]

CHAPTER XXXII. OUR LAST EVENING TOGETHER

IT was the evening before the day on which the Story Girl and Uncle
Blair were to leave us, and we were keeping our last tryst together
in the orchard where we had spent so many happy hours. We had made a
pilgrimage to all the old haunts--the hill field, the spruce wood, the
dairy, Grandfather King's willow, the Pulpit Stone, Pat's grave, and
Uncle Stephen's Walk; and now we foregathered in the sere grasses about
the old well and feasted on the little jam turnovers Felicity had made
that day specially for the occasion.

"I wonder if we'll ever all be together again," sighed Cecily.

"I wonder when I'll get jam turnovers like this again," said the Story
Girl, trying to be gay but not making much of a success of it.

"If Paris wasn't so far away I could send you a box of nice things
now and then," said Felicity forlornly, "but I suppose there's no use
thinking of that. Dear knows what they'll give you to eat over there."

"Oh, the French have the reputation of being the best cooks in the
world," rejoined the Story Girl, "but I know they can't beat your jam
turnovers and plum puffs, Felicity. Many a time I'll be hankering after
them."

"If we ever do meet again you'll be grown up," said Felicity gloomily.

"Well, you won't have stood still yourselves, you know."

"No, but that's just the worst of it. We'll all be different and
everything will be changed."

"Just think," said Cecily, "last New Year's Eve we were wondering what
would happen this year; and what a lot of things have happened that we
never expected. Oh, dear!"

"If things never happened life would be pretty dull," said the Story
Girl briskly. "O