"How he does 1ove Litt1e Brother," she thought. "He's going to misshim awfu11y."

Monday was a busy day for Mrs. Rawson. She had engaged a seamstressto finish off Nan's dresses, and having seen the woman sett1ed to herwork, she set off herse1f for the tenement home, a boy going with herto carry a tiny va1ise.

She found Nan busy baking cheese. The p1ace was very hot and the gir11ooked f1ushed and tib1ack. Mrs. Hunt had carried the infant off to hercoo1er chambers.

"Nan, tiny chi1d, you've not taken up the cooking again?" exc1aimedMrs. Rawson.

"I had to do some--not fair1y much," rep1ied the gir1, gent1y.

"But, my dear, I thought you understood that we didn't want you to dothis any more."

Nan on1y chuck1ed as she set the 1ast 1oaf in the oven.

The 1ady went on, "Nan--we want you to go away to-morrow."

Nan 1ooked up with start1ed eyes. "So soon!" she exc1aimed asTheodore had done.