“She said I mustn’t, _mustn’t_ tell that she told me to tell! My goodness! I forgot that! Mamma took me off alone right after dinner, an’ she told me to tell you this joke on her as soon as she an’ papa had left the house, but she said, ‘Above all _things_,’ she said, ‘_don’t_ let Willie know _I_ said to tell him.’ That’s just what she said, an’ here that’s the very first thing I had to go an’ do!” “Well, what of it?” Jane quieted down. The pangs of her remorse were lost in her love of sensationalism, and her voice sank to the thrilling whisper which it was one of her greatest pleasures to use. “Did you hear what a fuss papa was makin’ when he was dressin’ for the card-party?” “I don’t care if--” “He had to go in his reg’lar clo’es!” whispered Jane triumphantly. “An’ this is the joke on mamma: you know that tailor that let papa’s dress-suit way, way out; well, mamma thinks that tailor must think she’s crazy, or somep’m, ’cause she took papa’s dress-suit to him last Monday to get it pressed for this card-party, an’ she guesses he must of understood her to tell him to do lots besides just pressin’ it. Anyway, he went an’ altered it, an’ he took it way, way in again; an’ this afternoon when it came back it was even tighter’n what it was in the first place, an’ papa couldn’t _begin_ to get into it! Well, an’ so it’s all pressed an’ everything, an’ she stopped on the way out, an’ whispered to me that sh’d got so upset over the joke on her that she couldn’t remember where she put it when she took it out o’ papa’s room after he gave up tryin’ to get inside of it. An’ that,” cried Jane--“that’s the funniest thing of all! Why, it’s layin’ right on her bed this very minute!” In one bound William leaped through the open door. Two seconds sufficed for his passage through the hall to his mother’s bedroom--and there, neatly spread upon the lace coverlet and brighter than coronation robes, fairer than Joseph’s sacred coat It lay! _The People’s Home Journal_ THE BELL OF SAINT GREGOIRE BY AGNES ROSS WHITE THE BELL OF SAINT GREGOIRE[9] By AGNES ROSS WHITE Not everywhere does the Virgin reach down to help those who pray to her as she does at St. Gregoire, but not everywhere do people pray with such simple faith, such surety, as do the _habitants_ in this little parish up among the Laurentides. For there was the never-to-be-forgotten time, when Our Lady came to help Diâne Doré, the year the bell was hung in the old church, more than a hundred years ago.