prairies the little stranger cried more quietly, while th

een any one quit

le of the outside world, and that little had contained nobody in the least like this fairy-like

like the fairy princesses you read about in story-books, don't she? Look at her little feet, an

folks' clothes. Wonder why her mother let her wear clothes l

't. She makes 'em w

s, the little lace-trimmed petticoat that showed below its edge, the white stockings, the dain

muttered Lige, and privately resolved to get out

nd trying hard to think of something to say or do to comfort her. The sight of a

nonchalantly, and was rewarded by seeing the big violet eyes come up fr

with a child's readi

s ench

"Want to see if there ain't?" He stopped the horses and

nd a nest indeed, but better than eggs in it, for there were four big-headed, wide-mouthed speckled little birds

the wagon she was not crying, and her three anxious escorts exerted themselve

ther wagon with the younger children, were pleased and glad to hear as the day pr

my heart to think of leaving this little orphaned child among strangers at a Mission. I presume the

Hannah Peniman's heart. She had been thinking of the mat

ars every evidence of delicate and tender rearing, and gives promise of great beauty. She is thirtee

oices from the other wagon coming frequently to their e

of that tiny mound we left behind us in this great trackless desert when our own little girl was taken from us. Perhaps God has intended to comfort us by sendi

to her, love and appro

hand. "But I would not that an added burden should be laid upon thee

th Ruth and Sara out there on the plains, and I believe that

With eight children of o

. Soon she will be able to attend to her own clothes. And"-with a little smile that had in i

he coo

Sara in their share of the work.

her into our hands will see to it that we are able to feed her. When we reach another t

smile, "she shall be even as our own, and we will care for her a

an, Hannah," said her husband; and so th

silent afternoon the children grew better acquainted, a

Princess?" asked the irrepressible

nger looked up

Princess,' it's

cess-like the princess in the

able reader of fairy tales hers

ated scornfully. "The princesses in

t Sam. "You do, too, look lik

admitted, "but I think you do. I think you are beautifu

ought many changes in their lives, Joe reme

l blushed and

don't look a bit like a princess. What

nd he now puckered his forehead and searched for the reason in his mind t

dress or looks, just work and service, you know. But you-well-I dunno, I don't know how to say it-but you look like-like something out of the sky, or the air, or a book or something. Not l

d Sam. "Anyhow I'm going

ught little sparkles into her eyes and made a dimple play hide-and-seek in ei

een Friends for generations back. Father

don't talk l

ys who didn't use it, so we got out of the way. Father doesn't use it to people of the worl

he last few minutes had driven from the

ever bear to be away from him, and they always took me. We lived in France and Italy and Germany and Russia, and it was awful cold there in Russia, and Papa took sick. He was awfully sick, we thought he was going to die. The doctors sent us back to

ew minutes, "you ought to see what we've been through! I tell you we've had adventures! We c

the natural curiosity of a child aroused by the

ance. "We got into a flood an' nearly lost our wagon, and coyotes got after the horses

emanded the Princess, w

he centre of the stage, but he knew that his brother could do greater

and threw one leg over the other, the little Princess settled down beside him, her chin in

ttled down beside him,

g the plains as did the little Princess, we will leave the wagons lumbering slowly along over