"Come on up to my room with me," she said to Mrs.Brewster, who was a frequent and familiar visitor at Locust.
"Don't take her away," begged the Little Colonel, "she is entertaining us." "My turn now," laughed Mrs.Sherman.And the two ladies went up-stairs, once more leaving the girls to the task of providing their own amusement.
"Wasn't that a picture ?" said Joyce, when Mrs.Brewster had left the room.

"Can't you just see it?
that quaint little girl in her old-fashioned dress, going from door to door with her courtesies and her invitations, and, afterward, all the ladies coming down the stiff-bordered path between the rows of hollyhocks.

I'd love to draw that picture if I could." "Try it," urged the girls, so warmly that Joyce went up-stairs for her drawing material.

Betty watched her spread her paper on the library table.

"I believe that I could put that story into rhyme," she said, after a few minutes of silent thought.