thing do you think he would fancy?"

Edna looked perplexed.

"How would a nice umbrella do?" her mother asked.

"He might lose it, and it would wear out. I want something that will
not wear out."

"That is not easy to find, although a book comes near it. How would
that do?"

Edna shook her head. That didn't seem to please her, and her eyes
wandered around the shop in which they were. Suddenly she jumped down
from the high stool upon which she had been sitting.

"I know," she exclaimed. "A clock--I'd like a clock, 'cause he'd have
to wind it up, and it would remind him of me, and I'll tell him when
it is ticking it says 'Ed-na, Ed-na,' just as if it were talking."

Mamma laughed, but thought it a very good choice. A pretty little
memorandum tablet was then bought for Aunt Elizabeth, and the shopping
for that day was finished.

"I am afraid we shall be too late for a noonday meal if we go back,"
said Mrs. Conway. "I told Aunt Elizabeth not to expect us, so we will
take a luncheon downtown."

This was a very delightful experience, and one that had never come to
Edna before; therefore she enjoyed her meal hugely.

"Now we must go to see Mrs. Porter," said mamma, and Edna was made
quite happy by having her mother say that she quite agreed with her
little daughter in thinking Mrs. Porter a very charming woman.

"And, mamma, don't you think we ought to go to see Mr. and Mrs. Martin
before we go home?" asked the little girl.

"To be sure, I want to meet all your friends, Mrs. Evans, Mrs.
MacDonald, and all, but next we shall have to go to the hotel, where
your Aunt Clara and Uncle William are."

"And Louis," added Edna.

"This is a jolly place," said Louis, when the two children were left
alone. "I tell you I enjoyed my supper last night. No one said to me,
'Butter or molasses,'" and Louis' imitation of Aunt Elizabeth made
Edna laugh.

"Now tell me," she said, settling herself in a big chair, "were you
really going to run away? How was it?"

"Why," replied Louis, a little awkwardly, "I might have gone; but, you
see, when I wrote to father and mother about not getting along well
and all that, and when Uncle Justus wrote about that time, you know
when the boys were there, and said I ought to be in a regular boys'
school, where I'd have companions, they concluded they'd send me to a
military school next year. I'd like that; I'll learn to drill and have
a fine time, with boys to play with all the time, although