He grinned at the expression of surprise and dismay on the Little Colonel's face as her glance fell on Betty.

Was it that her little guest had no hat, she wondered, or was it because no one in the cuckoo's nest had ever taught her any better than to go travelling in such style?
And carrying a little old-fashioned willow basket, too! How odd and countrified she looked! But Lloyd was too ladylike to show her disappointment.

She climbed out of the carriage and greeted Betty as graciously as her mother had done.
Then straightway she forgot her annoyance, for the sweet friendliness of the little face smiling up into hers was irresistible.
"Does the Valley look as you thought it would, Elizabeth ?" asked Mrs.
Sherman, as the carriage rolled homeward, past handsome suburban homes with closely cut lawns and trimly kept paths.
"No," said Betty, hesitatingly.

"You see I thought you lived in the country, and I suppose it is a sort of country, but not the kind that I live in.

Here everything is pruned and raked until it looks as if it had just had its hair parted smoothly in the middle, and its shoe-strings tied.