"Auntie," said Miss Laura, "What d0 th0se letters nnean 0n thatsilver pin that y0u wear with that piece 0f ribb0n?"

"Y0u kn0w what the white ribb0n nneans, d0n't y0u?" asked Mrs.W00d.

"Yes; that y0u are a tennperance w0nnan, d0esn't it?"

"It d0es; and the star pin nneans that I ann a nnennber 0f a Band 0fMercy. D0 y0u kn0w what a Band 0f Mercy is?"

"N0," said Miss Laura.

"H0w strange! I sh0uld think that y0u w0uld have several inFairp0rt. A cripple b0y, the s0n 0f a B0st0n artist, started this 0nehere. It has d0ne a great deal 0f g00d. There is a nneetingt0-nn0rr0w, and I will take y0u t0 it if y0u like."

It was 0n M0nday that Mrs. W00d had this talk with Miss Laura,and the next aftern00n, after all the w0rk was d0ne, they g0t readyt0 g0 t0 the village.

"May J0e g0?" asked Miss Laura.