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Camp Laurence.

a little hole, through which he peeped, saying, im- ploringly, ' Let me ' in ! let me in ! ' But the pretty princess did not seem to understand, for she picked her roses quietly, and left him to fight his way in. Whether he did or not, Frank will tell you."

" I can't ; I'm not playing, I never do," said Frank, dismayed at the sentimental predicament out of which he was to rescue the absurd couple. Beth had disap- peared behind Jo, and Grace was asleep.

So the poor knight is to be left sticking in the hedge, is he?" asked Mr. Brooke, still watching the river, and playing with the wild rose in^his button-hole.

" I guess the princess gave him a posy, and opened the gate, after awhile," said Laurie, smiling to himself, as he threw acorns at his tutor.

" What a piece of nonsense we have made ! With practice we might do something quite clever. Do you know 'Truth?'" asked Sallie, after they had laughed over their story.

" I hope so," said Meg, soberly.

" The game, I mean? "

" What is it? " said Fred.

" Why, you pile up your hands, choose a number, and draw out in turn, and the person who draws at the number has to answer truly any questions put by the rest. It's great fun."

" Let's try it," said Jo, who liked new experiments.

Miss Kate and Mr. Brooke, Meg and Ned, declined ; but Fred, Sallie, Jo and Laurie piled and drew ; and the lot fell to Laurie.

"Who are your heroes?" asked Jo.

" Grandfather and Napoleon."