Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

When they left the building the teacher paused as she was about to step

into her electric brougham. "Where do you live, Amarilly?"

Amarilly gave her street and number.

"You must live farther away than any of the other children. Get in,

dear; I will take you home."

She had opened the door as she spoke, and the little scrubber's eyes

were dazzled by the elegance of the appointments--a silver vase filled

with violets, a silver card-case, and--but Amarilly resolutely shut her

eyes upon this proffered grandeur and turned to the lean but longing

little daughter of the stage-hand.

"You see, I come with her," she explained simply and loyally.

"There is room for you both. Myrtie can sit on this little seat."

Overawed by the splendor of her environment, Amarilly held her breath as

they glided swiftly through the streets. There was other glory, it

seemed, than that of the footlights. When the happy little Myrtle had

been left at her humble home the young teacher turned with eager

anticipation to Amarilly.

"Tell me more about yourself, Amarilly. First of all, who is the

Boarder?"

Amarilly explained their affairs, even to the "double-decker diner," as

the Boarder had called the table arrangement.

"And what has he done for you, Amarilly, that you are so anxious he

should have a rug?"

"He's larnin' me readin', writin', spellin', and figgers."

"Don't you go to school?"

"No; I hev to bring in wages and help ma with the washin's."

"I'll teach you, Amarilly," she said impulsively. "I'm sure I'm more

proficient in those branches than the Boarder."

"He sez," admitted Amarilly, "that it won't take him long to larn me all

he knows; but you see--" She spoke with delicate hesitancy and evident

embarrassment. "It's orful good in you to want to larn me--but he might

feel hurt-like if I was to quit him."

"You are right, Amarilly. You are a loyal little girl. But I tell you

what we will do about it. When you have learned all that the Boarder

feels he can teach you, you shall go to night-school. There is one in

connection with St. Mark's. I will see that you enter there."

"I didn't know thar was one fer girls," said Amarilly. "I'm glad thar's

a way fer me to git eddicated, fer I must hev larnin' afore I kin go on

the stage. Mr. Vedder, the ticket-seller to Barlow's, told me so."