The old feeling swept over her that always came with the music of the harp.

It was as if she were away off from everything, her head among the stars, and strange, beautiful thoughts that she had no words for danced on ahead like shining will-o'-the-wisps.
Joyce was the first to share her good fortune, and while she was telling it Eugenia came up with another joyful announcement.
"We are going to Tours," she cried, "and across the Loire to St.
Symphorien, where Joyce stayed all winter.

And we'll see the Gate of the Giant Scissors, and little Jules who lives there." "I am so glad," said Joyce.

"You must get Madame Greville to show you everything; the kiosk in the old garden where we had our Thanksgiving barbecue; the coach-house where we shut up the goats that day when they chewed the cushions of the pony-cart to pieces; and the room where we had the Christmas tree, and the laurel hedges in bloom--oh, I'm so glad you're going to see them all." "What's that ?" asked the Little Colonel, coming up behind them; and then Betty told her, too.
"Only think! Lloyd Sherman," she added, giving her a rapturous hug, "if it hadn't been for you it never would have happened.

It's all because you had this delightful house party and invited me to come." "Here comes Mrs.MacIntyre," interrupted Joyce, in a low tone.