The Twin Cousins

stand on his head "just as cunning," and "hug grizzly"--that is, like a grizzly bear. Flaxie loved him with her whole heart, but there were moments when she felt half ashamed of him, for he was eighteen months old, and hadn't a sign of a tooth; wasn't it awful?

"Perhaps he'll cut one before your mother and Julia come home; I keep hoping so," said grandma, feeling in baby's mouth with her finger, which baby bit hard, like an old rogue as he was.

"Will they give him some gold teeth, if his don't ever cut?" asked Flaxie anxiously. "Preston says they will."

"No," replied Mrs. Prim, who sat by the window, with her little ebony work-box on a stand beside her. "Your brother Preston says very absurd things merely in sport; but you must not be so foolish as to believe them."

Down dropped Flaxie's head in grandma's lap, her hair falling over grandma's black silk apron in a golden shower.

Mrs. Prim looked surprised. She did not know that Flaxie really had believed in those go