“With a y, honey,” answered Laura, careful not to smile.

“Oh, Laura,” asked Page, “do you ever get very, very sad without knowing why?”

“No, indeed,” answered her sister, as she peeled the stocking from her arm. “When I’m sad I know just the reason, you may be sure.”

Page sighed again.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she murmured indefinitely. “I lie awake at night sometimes and wish I were dead.”

“You mustn’t get morbid, honey,” answered her older sister calmly. “It isn’t natural for a young healthy little body like you to have such gloomy notions.”

“Last night,” continued Page, “I got up out of bed and sat by the window a long time. And everything was so still and beautiful, and the moonlight and all⁠—and I said right out loud to myself,