I fancy I must have said something that showed my surprise, for she explained earnestly: Oh, yes, I used to feel that way, too, and I did dread it so, till I happened to think 'twas just like Nancy's wash-days, and I could be gladdest of all on Tuesdays, 'cause there wouldn't be another one for a whole week.' Why, how extraordinary! Frowned Mrs. Carew, not quite comprehending. But, I'm sure I don't see any game to that. No, I didn't, till later. Then She told me. It seems she was the motherless daughter of a poor min ister in the West, and was brought up by the Ladies' Aid Society and missionary barrels. When she was a tiny girl She wanted a doll, and confidently expected it in the next barrel; but there turned out to be noth ing but a pair Of little crutches.