Oh, dear! oh, dear! fretted Nan Wallace, twisting herself about uneasily on the sofa in her pretty room. I never thought before that the days could be so long as they are w. Poor you! said her sister Maude sympathetically. Maude was moving briskly about the room, putting it into the beautiful order that Mother insisted on. It was Nan's week to care for their room, but Nan had sprained her ankle three days ago and could do thing but lie on the sofa ever since. And very tired of it, too, was wide-awake, active Nan.