The Doctor broke out into a roaring sneeze. "Well, gentlemen, methinks the conference is over," he said, and started off with the case under his arm. Mr. Hewes picked up another box much like it and went away into the woods. The gentlemen lifted their hats to one another, and the party broke up. "Good-by, Carter," called back the twins. Carter waved his hand. "Good-morrow," he said. "We'll meet again." After the young Frothinghams had gone to bed that night Aunt Clarissa came up to their room. She kissed them both over and over again. This display of affection was most disconcerting, and to the twins quite inexplicable, but what she said astonished them also. "You must have Carter Hewes come to Stanham and see you," said Aunt Clarissa. After she had left them William rose up on his pillow and shook his brother's shoulder, whispering: "Uncle Daniel is going to take one of us back with him to London. I overheard him say it. We won't go unless he takes us both. What say you?" "Agreed," said George, sleepily. "What a strange day it has been, to be sure! They haven't said a word to us for fighting Carter Hewes; and wasn't it funny how we met them all up there? How polite they were to one another, eh?" [TO BE CONTINUED.] THE GOOD LITTLE BOY. BY L. A. TEREBEL. When first we moved into this street My Mamma wouldn't let me meet The other little girls and boys Out on the sidewalk with their toys. She said perhaps some naughty child Would teach me to be bad and wild; And so for several weeks I stood At the window being good. Until a lady came to see My Mamma, and she said to me: "_My_ little boy is good and sweet; We live near by, across the street." She told my Mamma I must meet Her little boy across the street; And so they sent me out one day To find that little boy and play. They said he was so very good He could not be bad if he would. I almost thought he must have wings, And other holy sorts of things. But when the nurse left us at play, He said to me: "Let's run away; I know a pond where, if you please, We both can wade up to our knees!" THE GIRL WHO COMES TO EARN A LIVING IN NEW YORK. BY ELIZABETH BISLAND. To-day in many families of modest means the daughters, as well as the sons, begin, as the school days draw to a close, to consider seriously the question of a career and the best means of earning a living. Every wise girl interests herself not only in the possibilities for success held out by the various professions, but the best method of so ordering her working life that it may result not only in success, but in pleasure and happiness as well. The one does not necessarily imply the other. One may rise in one's profession and earn an excellent income, and yet miss happiness and fail of true success. A wise old lady writing to a young girl of great wealth about to make her début in society, said: