"Why, mamma," said I, "how do you know? Were you there?"
"I heard about it," said she; and she and grandma both smiled. "The little girl was just my age, and I knew her very well."
"And your names were both Clara," said I. "How queer!"
And mamma and grandma must have thought it queer, too; for they both laughed heartily.
F. A. B.
