"But we've enjoyed seeing you, and we thank you for your call." Mademoiselle Cora had very polite manners, but she seemed to be under the rule of her mother, and it was with evident reluctance that she bade the visitors good-bye.
"I'll give you my picture," said Vivian to Marjorie, as they parted, "because I want you to remember me.

I would like to have your picture, but Mother won't let me have little girls' photographs.

She thinks it makes me feel envious to see pictures of little home-girls." "Well, I'll give you something to remember me by," said Marjorie, impulsively, and she took from her neck a string of blue beads, and clasped it round Vivian's throat.
"Oh, thank you," said Vivian, with sparkling eyes.

"I shall wear them always, and love them because you gave them to me.

Good-bye, dear, _dear_ little home-girl!" The tears came into Marjorie's eyes at the tremor in Vivian's voice, and she kissed her affectionately, and then bidding good-bye to Mademoiselle Cora they followed Pompton out of the tent.
They were all rather silent as they trudged along to the trolley-car, and then Kitty said slowly, "Isn't it awful to be like that?
I suppose she never has any home-life at all." "Of course she hasn't, Miss Kitty, as she has no home," said Pompton; "it's wicked to put a child like that in a circus, it certainly is! She's a sweet little girl, and her sister is a fine young lady, too." "The mother is horrid," said King.