Whereupon Miss Marian marched out of the room with her nose in the air, and devoted herself to Candace for the rest of that day, much to the lonely little visitor's contentment.
They grew quite at home with each other over "Evangeline." Birthday books had just come into fashion. Somebody had given Marian one; and she now brought it and asked Candace to write in it.
"June 17," she said, as Cannie sought out the right page; "why, that is next Saturday."
"So it is, though I shouldn't have remembered it if it hadn't been for your book."
"Why, how funny!" cried Marian, opening her eyes wide. "Don't you keep your birthdays?"
"Keep them?" repeated Candace, in a tone of perplexity.
"Yes; keep—celebrate them? Don't people ever give you presents? Didn't you ever have a cake?"—her voice increasing in
