She's just a little orphan alone in the world, and I have mothah and Papa Jack and Hero and Tarbaby for my very own." But the Little Colonel need not have wasted any sympathy on Betty.

While one stowed away her expensive presents in her trunk, the other wrapped up her little souvenirs, humming softly to herself.

It would have been hard to find anywhere in the queen's dominion, a happier child than Betty, as she sat beside her trunk, thinking of the beautiful journey with Cousin Carl, just ending, and the life awaiting her at Locust with her godmother and the Little Colonel.

There was only one cloud on her horizon, and that was the parting with Eugenia and her father.
That last evening they spent together in the private parlour adjoining Mrs.Sherman's room.

Early after dinner Lloyd and her father went down to pay a visit to Hero, and see that he was properly cared for.