uot;Your ifully, and Lotty is coming.

    Run meet , brown curls or golden curls.”

    Laura and Mary ran out of t Lotty  te. Aunt Lotty iful pink and s by one string.

    quot;, Aunt Lotty,quot; Mary asked, quot;bro; Ma old to ask t, and Mary tle girl ed to  Aunt Lotty would say, and s miserable.

    quot;I like bot,quot; Aunt Lotty said, smiling. Sook Laura and Mary by to tood.

    treaming to t and pretty. table ove s place under try door stood  and smell of goodies on tairs from ttic, waking a nap.

    It , and Laura felt so gay and good t no one would ever  sy as s evening.

    Aunt Lotty ired and cross. t to kindle ted to pick up c every day to do it. toniged it more than ever.

    Laura grabbed t chip, and Mary said:

    quot;I dont care. Aunt Lotty likes my , anytier than brown.”

    Lauras t sig speak. Stier t speak, so s quickly and slapped Marys face.

    t;Come here, Laura.”

    S sloting just inside the door. he had seen her slap Mary.

    quot;You remember,quot; Pa said, quot;I told you girls you must never strike eacher.”

    Laura began, quot;But Mary said-”

    quot;t makes no difference,quot; said Pa. quot;It is  you must mind.”

    took dorap from trap.

    Laura sat on a copped sobbing, so be glad about  Mary o fill the chip pan all by herself.

    At last, ting dark, Pa said again, quot;Come ; ook  in t ly covering  again.

    Sold Pa all about it, and s;You dont like golden ter than brown, do you?”