Caruth calmly.
CHAPTER XVIII.
SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENS.
Louise's adventure resulted in a cold that came near being pneumonia,
and kept her housed for more than a week. As she paid so dearly for
her thoughtlessness, no one had the heart to scold her; indeed, she
received an unusual amount of petting.
Mr. Hazeltine did suggest that the next time she wished to help one of
her neighbors it might be as well to count the cost, and her meek
"Yes, Father," showed that she saw her mistake.
"I wonder what will happen next," said Carl one day, a week later,
speaking from the depths of the wardrobe, where he was rummaging.
"Nothing, I hope," remarked Bess, who sat in the window with Louise,
supervising a new mansion for the Carletons.
"Not even something nice?" asked her brother.
"Nothing really nice has happened since Aunt Zelie gave us our silver
keys," said Louise. "There is the postman; I am going to see if he has
anything for us," and putting aside her papers she ran downstairs.
She and the postman were great friends, and always had some merry
words to exchange when they met.
"I treat you vell to-day," said the cheery Dutchman; "I bring you two
letter."
"Thank you, but they aren't for me.
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