ing in. "Miss Amelia! And in tears! Whatever is the
trouble?"

Miss Amelia's face was redder than any crying ever made it, and I saw
she wanted to kill me for getting her into such a fix, and if she
became too angry probably she'd take it out on me in school the next
day, so I thought I'd better keep her at work shedding tears.

"'HE DIED!'" I told Sally as pathetically as ever I could.

Sally dropped the ruffle instantly, but I saw her knees shake against
the floor. After a while she lifted the curtain and offered Miss
Amelia her hand.

"I was leaving my dress to show you before putting it away," she said.

I didn't believe it; but that was what she said. Maybe it was an
impulse. Mother always said Sally was a creature of impulse. When she
took off her flannel petticoat and gave it to poor little half-frozen
Annie Hasty, that was a good impulse, but it sent Sally to bed for a
week. And when she threw a shovel of coals on Bill Ramsdell's dog,
because Bill was a shiftless lout, and the dog was so starved it all
the time came over and sucked our eggs, that was a bad impulse, because
it didn't do Bill a particle of good, and it hurt the dog, which would
have been glad to suck eggs at home, no doubt, if Bill hadn't been too
worthless to keep hens.

That was a good impulse she had then, for she asked Miss Amelia to help
her straighten the room, and of course that meant to fold and put away
wedding things. Any woman would have been wild to do that. Then she
told Miss Amelia that she was going to ask father to dismiss school for
half a day, and allow her to see the wedding, and she asked her if she
would help serve the breakfast.

Miss Amelia wiped her eyes, and soon laughed and was just beaming. I
would have been willing to bet my three cents for lead pencils the next
time the huckster came, that Sally never thought of wanting her until
that minute; and then she arranged for her to wait on table to keep her
from trying to eat with the wedding party, because Miss Amelia had no
pretty clothes for one thing, and for another, you shouldn't act as if
you were hungry out in company, and she ate every meal as if she were
breaking a forty days' fast. I wondered what her folks cooked at home.

After supper Peter came, and the instant I saw him I thought of
something, and it was such a teasing thought I followed around and
watched him harder every minute. At last he noticed me, and put his
arms around me.

"Wel