If you all fly around and wait on him right good, he'll like you lots bettah." Leaving Lloyd to offer Hero the hospitality of Locust in the midst of her little black admirers, Betty slowly followed her godmother up the wide stairs.
"You're to have the same white and gold room again, dear," said Mrs.
Sherman, peeping in as she passed the door.

"I see that it is all in readiness.

So walk in and take possession." Betty was glad that she was alone, those first few minutes, the joy of the home-coming was so keen.

Going in, she shut the door and gave a swift glance all around, from the dark polished floor, with its white angora rugs, to the filmy white curtains at the open casement windows.

Everything was just as she had seen it last,--the dear little white dressing-table, with its crystal candlesticks, that always made her think of twisted icicles; the little heart-shaped pincushion and all the dainty toilet articles of ivory and gold; the pictures on the wall; the freshly gathered plumes of goldenrod in the crystal bowl on the mantel.