ittle girl came across the road, carrying the basket of apples which she had picked up, the long rent in her frock gathered together in her hand. "What is the matter?" she asked, looking at Marjorie's wet cheeks.
Marjorie pointed miserably to the sign.
"Oh," said the little girl, "you've made a mistake, haven't you! Let's fix it right."
"We can't," said Marjorie. "I can't get the board off."
"Perhaps both of us, together, can," said the little girl. "Come, let's both pull at once," and setting down her basket, she took a firm hold of the sign. And so Marjorie took hold again, and with much pulling and tugging, together, they soon had it off; and then, together, they nailed it back in place,--right.
When it was done, they stepped back to look at it, breathless and proud. Marjorie's hand crept into that of the little girl. "How good you are to help me," she said softly, "when I had been so unkind to you."
"It was my work, too," said the little girl, "and I was glad to d