THE SAMPLER Vanity Fair was all that its name implied.

By good fortune, the weather was perfect,--ideally pleasant and sunshiny, yet not too warm.

Wistaria Porch was transformed into a veritable Fairyland, and it was a bewildering vision of flowers, flags and frivolity by day, and a blaze of illuminated gaiety by night.
It was to last but two days, for, Patty said, they might hope for fair weather for that long but hardly for three days.
It was to open at noon, and all the morning everybody was running about, doing last minute errands or attending to belated decorations.
Azalea had the Indian booth.

It was a wigwam, in effect, but it was so bedecked and ornamented that it is doubtful if a real Indian would have recognised it as one.

However, it was filled with real Indian wares, and the beautiful baskets and pottery were sure to prove best sellers.
Azalea received a large consignment from some place she had sent to in Arizona, and other people had donated appropriate gifts, until the little tent was overflowing.
Azalea herself, the attendant on the booth, was in the garb of an Indian princess, a friend of Patty's having lent the costume for the occasion.
It was becoming to the girl, and she looked really handsome in the picturesque trappings, and elaborate head-dress.
Just before time for the Fair to be opened, Azalea went over to Elise's booth.