How sweet you look!" kissing her.

"Rosie too," bestowing a caress upon her also, "pink's so becoming to you, little pet, and blue equally so to Vi.

This is my friend Miss Reed, Vi, I've been telling her about you." Violet gave her hand, then drew back blushing and slightly disconcerted by the almost rude stare of the black eyes that seemed to be taking an inventory of her personal appearance and attire.
"Where is Isa ?" she asked.
"Here, and very glad to see you, Vi," answered a silvery voice, and a tall, queenly looking girl of twenty, in rustling black silk and with roses in her hair and at her throat, took Violet's hands in hers and kissed her on both cheeks, then letting her go, saluted the little one in like manner.
"Why don't you do that to me?
guess I like kisses as well as other folks, ha! ha!" cried a shrill voice, and a little withered up, faded woman with a large wax doll in her arms, came skipping into the room.
Her hair, plentifully sprinkled with grey, hung loosely about her neck, and she had bedizened herself with ribbons and faded artificial flowers of every hue.
"Well, Griselda," she continued, addressing the doll, which she dandled in her arms, regarding it with a look of fond admiration, "we don't care, do we, dear?
We love and embrace one another, and that's enough." "Oh, go back to your own room," said Virginia in a tone of annoyance, "we don't want you here." "I'll go when I get ready, and not a minute sooner," was the rejoinder in a pettish tone.

"Oh, here's visitors! what a pretty little girl! what's your name, little girl?
Won't you come and play with me?
I'll lend you Grimalkin, my other wax doll.

She's a beauty; almost as pretty as Griselda.