But she could not sleep with so many interesting sights in the street below.

Presently she tiptoed to the window, and sat looking out until she heard her mother moving around in the next room.

She knew then that she had had her nap and was unpacking the trunks.
"Mothah," called Lloyd, "I want to put on my prettiest white embroidered dress and my rosebud sash, because I'll meet Cousin Carl and the girls to-night." "That is just what I have unpacked for you," said her mother.

"Come in and I'll help you dress." Half an hour later it was a very fresh and dainty picture that smiled back at Lloyd from the mirror of her dressing-table.

She shook out her crisp white skirts, gave the rosebud sash an admiring pat, and turned her head for another view of the big leghorn hat with its stylish rosettes of white chiffon.