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Show 12 The Dixie Owl, St'. George, Utah Yes, said Kate, Ive tried it once. Well, she continued, sadly, Ive done that very thing. Would you mind if I gave you a brief account of my life? Not at all, wed enjoy it, Elsie answered. When I was a tiny girl, Dorothy began again, my parents died, leaving me in the cold lap of Charity. A good neighbor raised me until I was sixteen, and then I decided I must earn a living for myself. With five years experience I applied for a job in a large mercantile establishment, in New York, and they accepted me. It was while there that I met Dorothy Howard who became a very dear friend to me. Then she told me about you, and I had a desire to know, and spend one Christmas with you, so I wrote that letter. Your answer was on its way when I repented of my action, so I had but to come. Now you have me as I really am. My name is Violet Ralstron, and I want to thank you all for the good time you have shown me, and I hope I am forgiven. THe girls assured her that she was certainly forgiven, so she went to bed, feeling better for her confession. That night the boys were summoned and let in on the secret that the hostesses had planned for their guest. They were going to furnish and rent a room for Violets Christmas present, so that she could attend school during the remaining term. The boys opened up a small bank account in her name, for their present, and the girls bought lovely gifts for her. Mildred purchased a set of books, Kate a small trunk, Elsie a sewing basket and Ethel a beautiful dress, and her room was furnished with these gifts and other articles that the girls gave from their own rooms. Christmas morning dawned delightfully clear, and soon Mrs. Drakes boarding house was ringing with messages of good cheer. Everyone was pleased and satisfied with their presents, especially Violet who could only weep tears of joy. And as everything else had been a success, so was ifimt imii'd on Kil itorin Inur -- |