"And if, after helping the children towards the close of this dismal day, your heart should relent towards us," added Stanton, "you will find two worthy objects of your charity." "Oh what a falling off is here!" she exclaimed, following the impatient children. "Knights at first, then philosophers, and now objects of charity." Miss Burton evidently kept her word, and told a "jolly story," for the friends saw through the parlor windows that the circle around her grew larger and more hilarious continually. Then would follow moments of rapt and eager attention, showing that the tale gained in excitement and interest what it lost in humor. Young people, who did not like to be classed with children, one by one yielded to the temptation. There was life and enjoyment in that corner and dulness elsewhere, and nothing is so attractive in the world as genuine and joyous life. Even elderly ladies looked wistfully up at the occasional bursts of contagious merriment, and then sighed that they had lost the power of laughing so easily. At last the marvelous legend came to an end amid a round of prolonged applause. "Another, another!" was the general outcry. But Miss Burton had observed that the ladies and gentlemen present seemed inclined to be friendly towards the young people's fun, and therefore she broached another scheme of pleasure that would vary the entertainment. "Perhaps," she said, "your papas and mammas and the other good people will not object to an old-fashioned Virginia reel." A shout of welcome greeted this proposition. Miss Burton raised her finger so impressively that there was an instant hush. Indeed she seemed to have gained entire control of the large and miscellaneous group which surrounded her. "We will draw up a petition," she said; "for we best enjoy our own rights and pleasures when respecting those of others. This little boy and girl shall take the petition around to all the ladies and gentlemen in the room, and this shall be the petition: "'Dear lady and kind sir: Please don't object to our dancing a Virginia reel in the parlor.'" "All who wish to dance can sign it. Now we will go to the office and draw up the petition." And away they all started, the younger children, wild with glee, capering in advance. Stanton threw away his cigar and met her at the office register. "Gentle shepherdess," he asked, "whither are you leading your flock?" "How behind the age you are!" she replied. "Can you not see that the flock is leading me?" "If I were a wolf I would not trouble the flock but would carry off the shepherdess--to a game of billiards." "What, then, would become of the flock?" "that's a question that never troubles a wolf."