Just as they drove off, she looked up at the open window, and saw the girls, who were waving good-bye.
Then a smile flickered across her sorry little face, for, moved by some sudden impulse, the Little Colonel leaned out and threw her a kiss.
"I suppose I'll nevah see her again," she said, thoughtfully, as the carriage rolled around a corner, out of sight.

"I wish now that I had been niceah to her.

We may both change evah so much by the time we are grown, yet if I live to be a hundred I'll always think of her as the girl who was so quarrelsome that the English lady groaned, 'Oh, those dreadful American children!' And I suppose she'll remembah me for the high and mighty way I tried to snub her whenevah I had a chance." As she spoke there was a knock at the door, and a maid brought in a package for Lloyd.

"Oh, look, girls!" she exclaimed, holding up a tiny pair of silver embroidery scissors, Fidelia's parting gift They were evidently something that had been given her, for the little silver sheath into which they were thrust was beautifully engraved in old English letters with the name "_Fidelia_." Around them was wrapped a strip of rumpled paper on which was scrawled: "For you to remember me by.

That day you took me to the Gate of the Giant Scissors was the best time I ever had." "Poor little thing!" exclaimed Betty.