So with the kindly impulse of her father's text still upon her, she dashed off a note to her, telling her of some of her visits to the palaces of bygone kings and queens.
Eugenia came in as she finished, but before she closed her desk she jotted two names on a slip of paper.

Mrs.Waters's was one.

She was a little old Englishwoman, who did fine laundry work in the Valley, and who was always talking about the 'awthorne' edges in her old English home.
"I'll write to her from London," Lloyd thought.

"If we should get a sight of any of the royal family, how tickled she would be to hear it." The other name was Janet McDonald.

She was a sad, sweet-faced young teacher whom Miss Allison always called her "Scotch lassie Jane." "I don't suppose she'd care to get a letter from a little girl like me," thought Lloyd, "but I know she'd love to have a piece of heather from the hills near her home.