Your godmother, the Little Colonel, and I each claim a share." "What makes you so quiet ?" asked Lloyd, as they rode on down the avenue.
"I was thinking of the way Joyce's fairy tale ended," said Betty.

"'So the prince came into his kingdom, the kingdom of loving hearts and gentle hands.' Only this time it's the princess who's come into her kingdom." "What do you mean ?" asked Lloyd, with a puzzled look.
"Oh, it's only some of my foolishness," said Betty, looking back over her shoulder with a laugh.

"I'm just so glad that I'm alive, and so glad that I am me, and so happy because everybody is so heavenly kind to me, that I wouldn't change places with the proudest princess that ever sat on a throne." "Then come on, and let's race to the post-office," cried Lloyd, dashing off, with Hero bounding along beside her.
From the post-office they rode to The Beeches, where Allison was cooking something over the camp-fire, beside the tent on the lawn.
It proved to be candy, and she waved a sticky spoon in welcome.

Mrs.
Walton was in a hammock, near by, her mending basket beside her, and Kitty and Elise on the grass at her feet, watching the molasses bubble up in the kettle.

Betty felt a little shy at first, for this was her first meeting with the General's wife, and she wished that the girls would not insist on having an immediate outline of the play.