Lucky

The tears rose to Nana's eyes.

"I won't take it at all, Lund, dear. Here's half of it back. Now, I'll scoot, and before I get back they'll all be dead. Won't we have good old times when they're gone? Don't forget the almanick."

* * *

The long grass swayed to and fro with a sleepy sound; the lithe dragon-fly hovered over the little pools of stagnant water, beside which the child lay with halfclosed eyes, watching the graceful darting hither and thither of the pretty creatures on their transparent wings.

"I wonder why they stay around those ugly puddles," she mused dreamily. "If I had wings, I'd fly away to where everything was nice." Then, as the low, mournful call of the prairie gopher fell upon her ear, she reflected : " What makes him feel so bad? He must have lost friends that he can't forget. I never had any friends, so I feel bad like him. Poor thing!"

At intervals a freight-line teamster passed down the great road, which, in the parlance of t