"Tiger Lily's," said my Father. He seemed to be in an awful hurry to say it. I looked at my Mother. Her eyes were shining. "Is a--Is a 'Romance' a something that you make a story out of?" I said. "Yes it is," said my Mother. I thought of my gold pencil. "Oh, all right," I said, "when I get tall enough and more spelly I'll make a little story about it." "You already have!" said my Mother.