Mother Carey's Chickens
"The planting of the rose was a heavenly inspiration if it does 'fix Tom!' We'll call Tom the Chinese Enemy. No, we'll call him the Yellow Peril," laughed Nancy in triumph.
I am delighted with the sample of paper you have chosen for the front hall.
"I don't see why you did n't go over to Germany yourself, Nancy, and take a trunk of samples!" cried Mrs. Carey, wiping the tears of merriment from her eyes. "I can't think what the postage on your letter must have been."
"Ten cents," Nancy confessed, "but was n't it worth it, Muddy?—Come, read the last few lines, and then we'll run all the way home to tell the others."
Send me anything more, at any time, to give me an idea of the delightful things you are doing. I shall be proud if you honor me with an occasional letter. Pray give my regards to your mother, whom I envy, and all the "stormy petrels," whom I envy too.
Believe me, dear Miss Nancy,
Yours sincerely,
"I can't remember why I told him about Mother Carey's chickens," said Nancy reflect-
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