CHAPTER I.
Young Mrs.Herbert Cary picked up her work basket and slowly crossed the grass to a shady bench underneath the trees.

She must go on with her task of planning a dress for Virgie.

But the prospect of making her daughter something wearable out of the odds and ends of nothing was not a happy one.

In fact, she was still poking through her basket and frowning thoughtfully when a childish voice came to her ears.
"Yes, Virgie! Here I am.

Out under the trees." Immediately came a sound of tumultuous feet and Miss Virginia Houston Cary burst upon the scene.