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with Nickey that she knew of. Then Mary Sam wrote me the impudentest letter I ever got; and she came right back, and stayed two months instead of one, just to be mean. But that sign's done good service since. I've scared off agents and tramps by the score. I always hang it in the parlor window when I'm away from home." "But suppose your house caught fire while you were away?" "Well, I've thought of that; but there's worse things than fire if your insurance is all right." Mrs. Burke relapsed into silence for a while, until Maxwell opened a box of embroidered stoles, which he spread out on the bed for her inspection. "My! but aren't those beautiful! I never saw the like before. Where did you get 'em?" "They were made by the 'Sisters of St. Paul' in Boston." Hepsey gazed at the stoles a long time in silence, handling them daintily; then she remarked: "I used to embroider some myself. Would you like to see some of it?" "Certainly, I should be delighted to see it," Donald responded; and Mrs. Burke went in search of her work. Presently she returned and showed Maxwell a sample of her skill--doubtless intended for a cushion-cover. To be sure it was a bit angular and impressionistic. Like Browning's poems and Turner's pictures, it left interesting room for speculation. To begin with, there was a dear little pink dog in the foreground, having convulsions on purple grass. In the middle-distance was a lay-figure in orange, picking scarlet apples from what appeared to be a revolving clothes-horse blossoming profusely at the ends of each beam. A little blue brook gurgled merrily up the hill, and disappeared down the other side only to reappear again as a blue streak in an otherwise crushed-strawberry sky. A pumpkin sun was disappearing behind emerald hills, shooting up equidistant yellow rays, like the spokes of a cart-wheel. Underneath this striking composition was embroidered the dubious sentiment "There is no place like home." Maxwell examined carefully the square of cross-stitch wool embroidery, biting his lip; while Hepsey watched him narrowly, chuckling quietly to herself. Then she laughed heartily, and asked: "Confess now; don't you think it's beautiful?" Donald smiled broadly as he replied: "It's really quite wonderful. Did you do it yourself?" "To be sure I did, when I was a little girl and we used to work in wool from samplers, and learn to do alphabets. I'm glad you appreciate it. If you wo
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