—{ To CARIBOO AND BACK }- Ask Miss Betty herself where she put the maga- zine. She’s a wise and knowing child if ever there was one. She’s put them papers away with her cut-out dollies.” This seemed a good idea, so the lady hurried home to find Betty eating her oatmeal porridge and looking like a rosebud that had just opened that morning. But Betty only gazed blankly at her mother when asked where she put the blue paper and the white paper that were in the magazine, and whether she had saved any of her cut-out ladies. The exciting trip to the park with Jim, the firecrackers, the band, the getting lost and the long sleep by the Big Stone, had all combined to completely push back into some remote cor- ner of Betty’s brain all memory of the cubby- hole and the paper ladies and the Godey’s Ladies’ Book that she had hidden there. “Betty fordets,” she said calmly, and no amount of coaxing would revive her memory. It was a serious matter. Naturally Mrs. Wilfer was convinced in spite of what Mary Mulligan had said, that the little washerwoman had gathered up all the debris of papers from the tiled floor and had stuffed the all-important Oe ee eee [37]