“I think,” said Aunt Lillie, who looked very smiling, “that I should have to take the child who needed me most.” “That’s Blanche,” said Bessie, who wanted to take her all the time, because she was so much handsomer than Sarah Jane; “she’s the youngest, and I have to be careful of her clothes.” So, trying to explain it all to Sarah Jane why she was to be left at home, she began to get Blanche ready for the visit at Aunt Lou’s. When the little trunk came, with Blanche’s name painted on one end, Bessie was very much delighted; and the tiny dresses and aprons and petticoats were packed in it very neatly. Miss Blanche had a new travelling suit that Aunt Lillie made for her. It was gray, trimmed with blue; and there was a turban hat with a blue feather in it. Bessie said that Sarah Jane looked very cross when she saw this, but she told her that it was not right to be jealous of her sister. Papa’s eyes laughed when he asked his little girl if he should not get a check for Blanche’s trunk and have it taken away by the expressman with the other baggage; and Bessie thought she would like this very much, until Aunt Lillie said that it would not do, because the little trunk might get crushed under the heavy ones. When they went into the cars papa was carrying Blanche’s trunk in one hand, and holding Bessie by the other, and the little pilgrim herself was carrying Blanche. II. It was night when they got to Aunt Lou’s, and Bessie was fast asleep. She did not even wake up when she was being undressed, and she did not know where she was until next morning. When she woke the sun was shining right in her eyes, and she was not in her crib, nor in her little blue room at all. There were funny noises outside too; roosters were crowing, and she heard cows, and then she knew in a minute that this must be Aunt Lou’s. No one was in the room with her, for papa had to go off early in the cars, and mamma had gone down stairs to eat breakfast with him. Pretty soon Aunt Lillie came in and dressed her; and by that time the little pilgrim was quite ready for her breakfast. How the little cousins hugged and kissed her when she came down stairs! They were so very glad to see her, and they had been allowed to sit up the night before on purpose to welcome her, and had been very much disappointed to find that she was fast asleep. The oldest of these cousins was a boy--a very big boy, Bessie thought, for he was ten years old. His name was Jimmie, and he liked to read better than he liked to play, but he would play with them sometimes. Nellie was a very nice cousin indeed. She was eight years old, and she was always pleasant and smiling and ready to amuse the little ones. One of these little ones was Charlie, who had another name, and I am sorry to say that this was “Cry-Baby.” Charlie was four years old, and he cried when his face was washed, and cried when he tumbled down, and cried when he couldn’t have what he wanted.