Mrs. Elizabeth W. Champney's story does not relate to a veritable witch, but to a mischievous little school-girl, whose mischief has a sweet heart at the core of it, and somehow, in the end, turns out for the advantage of all concerned. "The King's Daughters," to which organization Witch Winnie belongs, fling themselves into the establishment of a summer home for poor and ailing children, and do a great deal of good in a breezy, blustering way which makes their record wholesome reading.
tability, and in the higher average of reputation for creditable scholarship and exemplary behavior which she gave to our corner. But love her! We might as well have tried to love an iceberg.
Witch Winnie arrived on Adelaide's birthday, and was a most unwelcome birthday present. Emma Jane Anton had obtained permission for us to celebrate the occasion by sitting up an hour later that evening. Milly had ordered a form of ice-cream and a birthday-cake from Mazetti's, and we had invited in a half-dozen friends to share the treat. As a damper on this beautiful fête, Madame had called us into her private study that afternoon, and had told us that she had decided to assign Witch Winnie as my room-mate. She did not scruple to tell us her reasons for doing so. Winnie (according to Madame) was the head-centre of a wild set of "ne'er-do-weels" who roomed in the top of the house, "a perfect hornets' nest under the eaves," Madame said. Madame felt that if the queen hornet was taken away, the rest would be mor