She wore a straw bonnet with white ribbons, and a long, red, India scarf, which, on the front of her dress, reached to her feet.

In her hand she carried a little key.
"Gertrude," she said, "are you very sure you had better not go to church ?" Gertrude looked at her a moment, plucked a small sprig from a lilac-bush, smelled it and threw it away.

"I am not very sure of anything!" she answered.
The other young lady looked straight past her, at the distant pond, which lay shining between the long banks of fir-trees.

Then she said in a very soft voice, "This is the key of the dining-room closet.

I think you had better have it, if any one should want anything." "Who is there to want anything ?" Gertrude demanded.