"It's just the same, only they sing it in different keys." After Betty and Eugenia had gone to their rooms, Lloyd sat a long time toying with the silver scissors, before writing her note of acknowledgment.

The sheath was of hammered silver, and around the name was a beautifully wrought design of tiny clustered grapes.
"It is one of the prettiest things that my wondah-ball has unrolled," she said to herself, "and it has certainly taught me a lesson.

Poah little Fidelia! If I'd only known that she cared, there were lots of times that she could have gone with us, and it would have made her so happy.

If I had only put myself in her place when mothah told me! But I was so cross and hateful I enjoyed bein' selfish.

Now all the bein' sorry in the world won't change things!" It would be too much like a guide-book if this story were to give a record of the next two weeks.