the past so fast that I lost count. We saw Twinny several times; but I never got real well acquainted with her; for just about the time that I began to think that I knew her pretty well, I'd find she was the other one, and then I'd have to begin all over. Other people didn't seem to have so much trouble, for they were contented to just bunch them, and let it go at that; but I liked one so much better than the other, and couldn't keep track of which one it was, and it bothered me. The day I started for home, Bess and I went down town early and I got my Christian Science text-book, and took it along to read on the train. I knew it was up to me to do it, because the subject sat on the edge of the shelf and stared at me all the time, and I had to tackle it or have it interfering with all the work I wanted to do in that room. Bess had changed the name of my store-room, and now she called it my "brown study." She got that from Uncle Fred, and it wasn't at all bad.
I didn't read on the way home, after all; for there was a man in my seat who had been a railroad man for twenty-five years, and he got to telling me about things,—how to figure on how
