ve
now," Dora said. "I think, and the doctor said so too, that sunshine
is the best thing for Mamma. I believe I have thought of everything,
and it won't cost much more than boarding at Mrs. West's. If it were
only on the other side of the street I could see the Big Front Door."

Aunt Zelie offered to take charge of the cleaning and getting ready,
so that her lessons need not be interrupted, and nothing remained but
to gain her mother's consent to the plan.

Mrs. Warner made no objection to it when she heard that Mr. Hazeltine
and Mrs. Howard thought it wise, but she did not show the interest
Dora hoped for.

Once it was decided upon, things seemed almost to arrange themselves.
All her young friends took an interest in Dora's moving, and Elsie,
who doubted the propriety of living over a store,--for as yet "flats"
had not been heard of in this part of the country,--nevertheless
confided to Bess that she was going to make her a beautiful
pincushion. This suggested an idea to Bess.

"Don't you think it would nice for each of us to give Dora something
for her housekeeping?" she asked at the dinner table that evening.

Uncle William and Aunt Marcia were there, and the Warners had just
been spoken of. "A good suggestion," said the first-named; "suppose we
do."

"I don't approve of this move at all," Mrs. Hazeltine announced; "Mrs.
Warner must have lost her mind to consent."

"It is a great deal nicer than you imagine, Aunt Marcia," urged Bess.

"Dora doesn't care about being fashionable, and you can have more fun
if you don't," observed Louise.

"You seem to care for nothing but fun," said her aunt, with dignity.

"At any rate we all admire Dora's energy and good sense, and would
like to do something to help her," said Mr. Frank Hazeltine.

So they put their heads together and made their plans.

It was arranged that Mrs. Warner should come to her new quarters on
Saturday morning, and Dora lingered long on Friday afternoon putting a
few last touches here and there, arranging her little sideboard with
some pretty glass and china, relics of her mother's early
housekeeping, till everything was in dainty order.

"I do hope Mamma will think it pleasant," she said to Louise, who was
helping.

"She will, I'm sure," Louise answered, looking around the room, which
was indeed very attractive with the afternoon sunshine streaming in
through the windows draped in their pretty muslin curtains.

"Everything is so sweet an