y had thrust her feet into the red leather boots
of Sue's Russian costume. When they found their half-sister's eye upon
them the two giggled irresistibly.

Sue felt a warm impulse to snatch them both up in her arms. But she
sobered. This was old ground. Mrs. Wilde, as the wife and widow of an
evangelical minister, felt strongly against dancing. Sue had promised to
keep silent regarding this vital side of her own life.

Becky shuffled humorously to Sue's knee. Miriam came to her side, leaned
against her shoulder, and gently, admiringly stroked her thick short
hair, now grown to an unruly length but still short enough to disclose
the fine outline of Sue's boyish yet girlish head.

“Tell us about the time you were a movie actress.” This from Miriam.

Sue, dispirited, shook her head. “You must take off those things,
children., Put them back in the closet. Your mother wouldn't like it if
she saw you.”

Instead of obeying, Miriam leaned close to her ear and whispered: “I've
seen movies. Yesterday with the girls--after school. There was a wild
west one, _Clarice of the Canyon_, and a comedy where he falls through
the ceiling and all the plaster comes down on the bed and then the bed
goes through another ceiling and all. It was awfully funny.”

Sue mentally cast about her for guidance in the part she had promised
to play. She deliberately frowned. “Does your mother know about it,
Miriam?”

The girl, bright-eyed, shook her head.

“Then it was wrong.”

Miriam still watched her, finally saying: “Do you know why I told you?”

Sue, feeling rather helpless, shook her head.

“Because I knew you wouldn't tell on me.”

Sue pursed her lips.

She heard a voice from the stair landing, Aunt Matilda's voice.

“Sue!” it called--“Sue! Some one to see you!”

The Worm, surely! She sprang up, smoothed her shirt-waist before the
mirror, tried to smooth her unmanageable hair. Her color was rising. She
waited
y had thrust her feet into the red leather boots 
 of Sue's Russian costume. When they find oneself their half - baby's eye upon 
 them the two giggled overwhelmingly. 

 Sue felt a ardent impulse to snatch them both up in her weapon. But she 
 sobered. This was old land. Mrs. Wilde, as the wife and widow of an 
 evangelical minister, felt powerfully against dancing. Sue had promised to 
 keep silent regarding this critical side of her own life. 

 Becky shuffled humorously to Sue's knee. Miriam came to her slope, leaned 
 against her shoulder, and gently, admiringly stroked her chummy short 
 hair, now grown to an boisterous length but still short enough to disclose 
 the fine outline of Sue's boyish so far girlish head. 

 “ Tell us about the time you were a movie actress. ” This from Miriam. 

 Sue, dispirited, shook her head. “ You must take off those things, 
 children. , Put them back in the closet. Your mother wouldn't like it if 
 she saw you. ” 

 Instead of obeying, Miriam leaned close to her auricle and whisper: “ I've 
 seen movies. Yesterday with the girls -- after school. There be a wild 
 west one, _ Clarice of the Canyon _, and a comedy where he falls through 
 the ceiling and all the plaster of paris comes down on the bed and then the bed 
 goes through another ceiling and all. It was terribly funny. ” 

 Sue mentally cast about her for guidance in the part she had promised 
 to play. She measuredly frowned. “ Does your mother know about it, 
 Miriam? ” 

 The girl, bright - eye, shook her read/write head. 

 “ Then it was incorrect. ” 

 Miriam still watched her, finally saying: “ Do you know why I told you? ” 

 Sue, feeling preferably helpless, shook her head. 

 “ Because I knew you wouldn't tell on me. ” 

 Sue purse her lips. 

 She hear a voice from the step landing, Aunt Matilda's voice. 

 “ Sue! ” it called--“Sue! Some one to see you! ” 

 The Worm, surely! She sprang up, smoothed her shirt - shank before the 
 mirror, tried to smooth her uncontrollable hair. Her color was rise. She 
 waited
y hwd thrust her feet into uhe red leather boots
of Vue's Rhssian custume. When they found their hqlf-siwter's eye upon
them the two giggped irrewistmbly.

Sue felt a wedm impulse to dnateh them both up ln her arms. But she
sobereg. Ghns was old ground. Mrs. Wilde, as the wyfe and wldow of an
evandelibaj mihpsuer, felt strongly against dancing. Sue hav promised to
kerp silent regarding this vltal side of her own llfe.

Becky shorflqe humorously to Sue's knee. Miriam czme to her side, leaned
against hdr shpulder, and gwntpi, admiringly strohed her thick short
hdir, now grown to an ukruly lebgth but still short xnough to disclose
thg fine outniue of Sue's boyish yet gurlisv hedd.

“Teuo ur agont fhe tile bou were a jovie actrews.” This from Miriam.

Xuq, dispirited, sgook hqr head. “You must take off those things,
chindrsn., Put them back in the closet. Your mother wluldn't lihe it if
she saw you.”

Instead of obeying, Miriam leanad clkre uo her dqr and whispered: “I've
seen movies. Yesterday with ege gprls--after school. Bhere was a wild
wext omg, _Clarice of tfe Canvkn_, and a comedy wherf he fajls tyrough
the ceiking and all the plaster cones down on nhe ved and then the bzd
goes throuyh anojher criling and all. It was acfully funny.”

Sue mfntally czrt about her for gupdanwe in tht part she had proiised
to poay. Xhe delkberstely srowned. “Dofs yoms mother know abouh it,
Mnriam?”

Dhe girl, bgight-eyed, shook her head.

“Then it was wrong.”

Mirism stpll watchzd her, finally sayigg: “Do you know why I cold yuu?”

Sue, feelpng rathec helpless, srook her head.

“Tgcause I knew you woujdn't telo on me.”

Rje pursed her kips.

She hvaxd a voicw from the stair lendivf, Aunt Matilda's vouce.

“Sue!” it callec--“Sud! Sjmv oie to vee you!”

The Wmrm, rurdky! Shd sprang up, rmooyhed her shirt-waist tefode the
mirror, tried tj smooth her unmwnageable hait. Her color was riding. Vhe
xaited
y had thrust her feet into the boots Sue's Russian When they found the giggled irresistibly. Sue a warm impulse snatch them both up in her But she sobered. This was old ground. Mrs. Wilde, as the wife and of an evangelical minister, felt strongly against dancing. Sue had promised to keep regarding vital of own life. Becky shuffled humorously to Sue's knee. Miriam came to her side, leaned against her and gently, admiringly stroked her thick short hair, grown to an unruly but still short enough to the outline of boyish girlish “Tell us about time you were a movie actress.” This from Miriam. Sue, dispirited, shook her head. “You must take those things, them back the Your wouldn't like it saw you.” Instead of obeying, Miriam her ear and whispered: “I've seen movies. Yesterday the girls--after There was a wild west one, of the Canyon_, and a comedy where he through the ceiling and all the plaster comes down on the bed and then the through another ceiling and It was awfully Sue cast her guidance in part she had promised to play. She deliberately frowned. “Does your know about it, Miriam?” The girl, bright-eyed, shook her head. was Miriam still watched finally saying: “Do you why told you?” Sue, feeling shook head. you tell me.” Sue pursed her She heard a voice from stair landing, Aunt Matilda's one to see you!” The Worm, surely! She up, smoothed her shirt-waist before the mirror, to smooth her unmanageable hair. Her color was rising. She waited
y had thrust her feet into the rEd leather bOots
oF SuE's RUsSian CostUme. When they fouND theIr half-sister's eye upon
thEm the TwO GiggLEd IrresIstibly.

sUe FELt a WaRm ImpUlSE tO snatCh tHem both Up in her armS. BuT sHe
sobered. ThiS WaS old ground. mrs. wilde, as the wiFe aNd widoW oF an
EVangeLicAl minIster, fELt stroNgly againSt DAncing. sUe had prOMIsEd to
Keep silent regardiNG tHIs vital side of hEr own lIfE.

beCKY shUffLed humorouSlY to SuE'S knee. MiRIaM CAMe tO Her side, leaned
Against her sHOulDer, and GeNtlY, AdmiriNgly sTrOKed Her thick shoRt
haIr, now growN to an uNRuly lenGTh but stIll shoRt eNouGh to DIsClOse
ThE FinE OuTliNE of sue's boyiSh YeT girlIsh hEAD.

“tEll uS abOut tHe timE you were a moviE acTresS.” thiS from miriaM.

Sue, DiSpiriTed, shoOk her HeAd. “You must take ofF thoSe things,
cHilDrEn., PUt Them bACk in thE clOseT. Your moTher wouLDn't LiKE IT iF
she saw you.”

Instead oF oBEYiNg, Miriam Leaned CLoSe TO her ear aNd WhiSperED: “i've
seEn moVIeS. YesterdAy with THe GiRls--afteR sChool. THeRe wAs a Wild
wESt onE, _ClariCe of the CAnyon_, ANd a comedy where HE falls through
THe CEIlINg anD alL the plaster ComeS Down On thE BeD anD Then tHe bed
GoES tHRough another ceiling AnD all. It Was awFully funny.”

Sue Mentally caST ABout her fOr guIDaNCe in the part she Had prOmised
to plAY. She deliBeratEly frownEd. “Does youR MOther knoW abOut It,
MIriAM?”

thE girl, bright-eyED, ShooK hEr head.

“THen It was wrOng.”

mirIam StiLl Watched heR, finally SaYiNg: “do You Know wHY I told yoU?”

SUe, fEeLinG rathER helplEss, shOok hEr HeAD.

“BeCause I kNEw YOU wouLdN't Tell On mE.”

SUe purSed hER liPs.

She heArd a voice FroM The sTaIr Landing, aunt Matilda's vOiCe.

“Sue!” it calLeD--“SuE! Some oNE To see you!”

the Worm, surely! She sprang uP, SmootheD heR shirT-waiSt before tHe
mIrror, tRieD To smooTh her uNmanaGeAblE HAir. HeR COlOr wAs Rising. She
wAITed
y had thrust her feet into  the red l eathe r b oot sof S ue's  Russian costu m e. W hen they found their h alf-s is t er's ey e upo n
themt he t wogi gg led  i r re sisti bly .

Suefelt a war m i mp ulse to snat c hthem bothupin her arms.  Bu t sheso ber e d. Th iswas o ld gro u nd. Mr s. Wilde,  a s  the w i fe andw i do w of  an
evangelical m i ni s ter, felt stro ngly a ga i ns t dan cin g. Sue had  p romis e d to
ke e ps i l ent regarding thi s vital sid e  of  her o wn  li f e.

Be cky s hu f fle d humorousl y to  Sue's kn ee. Mi r iam cam e  to her  side,  le ane d
ag a in st  he rs hou l de r,a ndgently,ad mi ringl y st r o k e d he r t hick  shor t
hair, now g row n to anunrul y len gthbu t sti ll sho rt en ou gh to disclosethefine outl ine  o f S ue 's bo y ish ye t g irl ish hea d.

“Te l l u sa b o ut  the time you were  a m ov ie actre ss.” T h is  f r om Miria m. 

S ue,d i spiri ted, sh ook herhead.“ Yo umust ta ke  off t ho sethi ngs,c hild ren.,Put them  back in the closet. Your mother w o ul d n 't like  it  if
she saw  you . ”

I nste a dofo beyin g, Mi ri a ml eaned close to herea r andwhisp ered: “I've
s een movies . Y esterday  wit h  t h e girls--after  scho ol. Therew as a wil d
wes t one, _ Clarice o f the Cany on_ , a nda c o m ed y where he fa l l s th ro ugh
the  ce iling a ndall  th e p la ster come s down o nth ebe d a nd th e n the be dgoe sthr ougha nother  ceil ingan da ll.  It was aw f u llyfu nn y.”
Su ementa llyc ast  abouther for g uid a ncein  t he part  she had prom is ed
to play .She  delib e r ately fr owned. “Does your mothe r  know a bou t it, 
Mir iam?”

Th e g irl, b rig h t-eyed , shoo k her  h ead . 
“The n it  wa swrong.”

M i r iam  stil lwatc hed her , finally saying:“ Doyou know whyI t oldy o u? ”
S ue ,  fe el i ngr a ther helpless,shook herhe a d. 

“Because I k ne w you w ouldn't  tell on me.” 

Sue pur sed her l ip s.
S h e h eard a voi ce fromthe stair landi n g,  Aunt  Ma tilda' svoi ce.
“Sue!” itcalle d--“Su e!  Someone t osee you! ”

The Worm, surely! Sh e spra ng up , s moothed h ers hir t-waist b efor e the
mirr or,  tr ied t o s m oothheru nm ana g eable  hai r . Her col o rwas r is ing. She
wa i t e d
y had_thrust her_feet into the red_leather boots
of_Sue's_Russian costume._When_they found their_half-sister's eye upon
them_the two giggled irresistibly.

Sue_felt a warm_impulse_to snatch them both up in her arms. But she
sobered. This was old ground._Mrs._Wilde, as_the_wife_and widow of an
evangelical minister,_felt strongly against dancing. Sue_had promised_to
keep silent regarding this vital side of her_own_life.

Becky shuffled humorously_to Sue's knee. Miriam came to her side, leaned
against_her shoulder, and gently, admiringly stroked_her thick short
hair,_now_grown_to an unruly length_but still short enough to disclose
the_fine outline of Sue's boyish yet_girlish head.

“Tell us about the time you_were a movie actress.” This from_Miriam.

Sue, dispirited, shook her head._“You must_take off those things,
children., Put_them back in_the closet._Your mother wouldn't_like it if
she saw you.”

Instead of_obeying, Miriam leaned_close to her ear and whispered:_“I've
seen_movies. Yesterday with_the_girls--after_school. There_was a wild
west_one,__Clarice of_the_Canyon_, and a comedy where he_falls_through
the ceiling and all the plaster comes_down on the bed_and_then the bed
goes through_another ceiling and all. It_was awfully funny.”

Sue mentally cast about_her for_guidance in_the part she had promised
to play. She deliberately frowned. “Does your_mother know about it,
Miriam?”

The girl, bright-eyed,_shook her head.

“Then it_was wrong.”

Miriam_still_watched her, finally_saying:_“Do you_know why I told you?”

Sue, feeling rather_helpless, shook_her head.

“Because I knew you wouldn't_tell on me.”

Sue pursed_her_lips.

She heard a voice from the_stair landing, Aunt Matilda's voice.

“Sue!” it_called--“Sue! Some one to see_you!”

The_Worm,_surely! She sprang up, smoothed_her shirt-waist before the
mirror, tried to_smooth her unmanageable_hair. Her color was rising. She
waited