"I don't believe that strange freak of yours did you any good." "It did me more good than anything that ever happened to me in my life," Flossy said, positively. If she could only have explained to him just what the nature of that good was! Possibly she might have tried, only there sat her father. Who could tell when his interest in the _Times_ would cease, and he give attention to her? Flossy could not understand why she should be so afraid of her father in this matter; but she was very much afraid. The talk they had was of that kind known as "small." To Flossy it seemed exceedingly small, and she did not know how to make it otherwise. She began to wonder if she and Col. Baker really had any ideas in common; yet Col. Baker