Vivian was a pretty little girl, and she wore a garment of pink muslin, shaped like children's rompers.

She wore pink stockings and pink kid sandals, and her golden hair was short, and curled all over her little head.
"Yes, I like it," replied Vivian, but a wistful look came into her blue eyes.

Gently, almost timidly, she touched Marjorie's pretty coat and straw hat with her slender little fingers.

"I like it,--but I think I'd rather be a little home-girl like you." "Cora, send those children away," said the mother, sharply.

"They upset Vivian completely when she sees them." "I like to see them," said Vivian, and she sat down between Kitty and Midget.