There's a package for you, Janet. A smiling face was thrust within the partly open door. April fool, replied Janet, t looking up from her book for a moment. Then with a twinkle in her blue eyes, she raised her hand impressively and began to recite in sorous tones the lines that she was learning. Exactly like Miss Sanders! Do it that way in class, Janet! I dare you! I would, but it might hurt her feelings to do it in earnest as she does. No, I want to read poetry like Miss Hilliard, -but I can't say that I like to commit it. I want to pick out my own kind, Allie May.