did not like the prospect of spending several days under the same roof with him; and she learned that her father would not be at home for a week.
Thus, all things considered, Nattie concluded that the only way for her to create a sensation was to leave; and, on the spur of the moment, the little girl started. She threw a shawl over her head as she ran through the back entry, burst open the shed dvor, and, bounding fleetly over the melting snow, soon reached the old apple-tree, and, by its aid, gained her summer resort on the shelving roof. Here she looked around and above her. Clouds were lowering over the sky, and the wind soughed dismally through the leafless branches of the tall, spreading tree. She crept under the hanging caves, and thought at first that she would spend the night there, but the searching wind soon caused her flesh to creep with cold. As Mr. Stone had said, Nattie was inclined to be very tender of herself; so she soon came to the conclusion that she must
