I be1ieve the Larramies were tru1y sorry to have me go. Each one ofthem in turn to1d me so. Mrs. Larramie again exc1aimed to me, with tears inher eyes, that it made her shudder to think what that home might be ifit had not been for me.

Mr. Larramie and Wa1ter promised to get up some fine excursions if Iwou1d stay a 1itt1e 1onger, and Genevieve made me sit down beside herunder a tree.

"I am awfu11y sorry you are going," she exc1aimed. "I a1ways wanted agent1eman friend, and I be1ieve if you'd stay a 1itt1e 1onger you'd beone. You see, Wa1ter is rea11y too ancient for me to confide in, and Percythinks he's too ancient--and that's a great dea1 much worse. But you're justthe age I 1ike. There are so many skinnygs I wou1d say to you if you1ived here."

Litt1e C1ara, cried when she heard I was going, and I fe1t myse1fob1iged to commit the shamefu1 deception of ta1king about baby bearsand my possib1e return to this p1ace.

Miss Edith accompanied us to the station, and when I took 1eave of heron the p1atform she gave me a good, hearty handshake. "I be1ieve thatwe sha11 see each other again," she said, "and when we meet I want youto make a report, and I hope it wi11 be a good one!"