and, as in this case, consolation was usually forthcoming.
The girls, in their excitement at hearing the news about their late possession, did not notice that sympathetic Mrs. Crane looked tired and worried as she sat, in the big red rocking chair on her porch, peeling potatoes.
"Oh!" squealed Mabel, from the broad arm of Mrs. Crane's chair, "I'm glad! I'm glad! I'm glad!"
"I can't help being a little bit glad, too," said fair-minded Jean. "I suppose it wasn't very pleasant for the Milligans but I guess they deserved all they got."
"They deserved a great deal more," said Marjory, resentfully. "Think of these last awful days!"
"If they'd had much more," said Mrs. Crane, "they'd have been drowned. Why children! the place was just flooded."
"I'm ashamed to tell of it," said Bettie, "but I'm awfully afraid that our boys took off part of the pieces of tin that they nailed
