de of his chimney.

    quot;No;And ;

    a friend, and t ay meal over tered and ctered and exclaimed, stopping every noo put ttie and Sara. Lottie   stic. In fact, able and returned to eart o point out to ies in t ed tence of.

    quot;It is so little and so ; s;t it is almost like a nest in a tree. ting ceiling is so funny. See, you can scarcely stand up at to come I can lie in bed and look rigo t flat  is like a square patc. If to stle pink clouds float about, and I feel as if I could touc rains, tter and patter as if tars, you can lie and try to count o tc takes suc. And just look at t tiny, rusty grate in t  t s really a beautiful little room.quot;

    Sties ures tie see too. Lottie could alures of.

    quot;You see,quot; s;t blue Indian rug on t corner t little sofa, o curl up on; and just over it could be a s one could reaco cover up teo be little ones, but tiful; and table in to ea tle fat copper kettle singing on te different. It could be made soft and covered . It could be beautiful. And peril  to be let in.quot;

    quot;O; cried Lottie. quot;I so live ;

    o go doairs again, and, after setting o tic, sood in t and looked about ment of tie s dingy quilt. tece y, and ttered footstool, tilted sides injured leg, t in t do for a fees and let  t Lottie tle  as pertle more desolate after visitors come and go, leaving them behind.

    quot;Its a lonely place,quot; s;Sometimes its t place in t;

    Sting in ttention tracted by a sliged o see tere