Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

"It's the only way we can take a boarder," she persuaded, "and if we git

him, we'll hev more to eat than jest hot pertaters and bread and gravy.

Thar'll be meat, fresh or hotted up, onct a day, and pie on Sundays."

The deserters to a man returned from their ignominious retreat.

"Now, Co, you stand behind me, and when you git tired, you kin set on

half my chair. Milt, git behind ma, and Bud and Bobby, stand back of

Flamingus and Gus. If they don't divvy up even they'll hev to change

places with you. Now, to places!" This conciliatory arrangement proving

satisfactory, supper was served on the new plan with numerous directions

and admonitions from Amarilly.

"No self-helpin's, Milt. Bud, if you knock Flammy's elbow, he needn't

give you anything to eat. Bobby, if you swipe another bite from Gus,

I'll spank you. Co, quit yer self-reachin's! Flammy, you hev got to pass

everything to the Boarder fust. Now, every meal that I don't hev to

speak to one of youse in the back row, youse kin hev merlasses spread on

yer bread."

The rehearsal supper finished and the kitchen "red up," Amarilly's

thoughts again took flight and in fancy she winged her way toward a

glorious future amid the glow and glamor of the footlights. To the

attentive family, who hung in an ecstasy of approval on her vivid

portrayal, she graphically described the play she had witnessed, and

then dramatically announced her intention of going on the stage when she

grew up.

"You kin do it fine, Amarilly," said the mother admiringly.

"And we-uns kin git in free!" cried Bobby jubilantly. In the morning the

Boarder, a pleasant-voiced, quiet-faced man with a look of kindliness

about his eyes and mouth, made his entrance into the family circle. He

commended the table arrangements, praised the coffee, and formed

instantaneous friendships with the children. All the difficulties of the

cuisine having been smoothed over or victoriously met, Amarilly went to

the theatre with a lightened heart. When Mr. Vedder came up to her and

asked how she had enjoyed the performance, she felt emboldened to

confide to him her professional aspirations.

The young ticket-seller did not smile. There was nothing about this

diligent, ill-fed, little worker that appealed to his sense of humor.

"It will be a long time yet, Amarilly, before you can go on the stage,"

he counselled. "Besides, you know the first thing you must have is an

education."

Amarilly sighed hopelessly.

"I can't git to go to school till the boys hev more larnin'. I hev to

work here mornin's and help ma with the washin's in the arternoon.

Mebby, arter a little, I kin git into some night-school." A stage-hand

working near by overheard this conversation and displayed instant

interest in the subject of Amarilly's schooling.