Jennie, calmly. "He gives me a dollar every month for chocolate creams, and you girls help eat them, I notice."
"Hurrah for the Stone pere!" cried Mary Cox. "Go on, Lluella."
"You sound as though you cheered for a seawall of masonry, or some such maritime structrue," complained Jennie. "'Stone 'pere,' indeed!"
"She sha'n't have any of the next box of creams, Heavy," said Lluella, soothingly.
"And I'm not sure that you will, either," replied the fat girl. "Do tell your story, Miss!" and Heavy yawned monstrously.
"How dare you yawn before 'taps'?" cried Belle. "I'll douse the water-pitcher over you, Jennie."
At this threat the fat girl sat up promptly and again urged Lluella to continue her tale. So Miss Fairfax continued:
"This rich old gentleman with the apple in his eye—in other words, a beautiful daughter—had a great deal more money than sense, I think. He engaged a sculptor to design a fountain for his lawn, and the draped figure you have seen upon that pedestal down yonder, is supposed to be the portrait of the beautiful daughter cut into enduring marble by the man who sculped. But, unfortunately for the old gentleman's peace of mind,
