At home there is so much underbrush, and such a tangle of weeds and high grass and briers, that the yards look as if they'd forgotten to comb their hair when they got up, and had gone around all day with it hanging down their backs in snarls." The Little Colonel laughed.

The newcomer had amusing fancies, at any rate.
"And there's the same difference in everything else," continued Betty.
"The same difference that there was between Cinderella's pumpkin and her gilded coach.

It was a pumpkin all the time, only it looked different after it was bewitched.

And do you know," she said, with a charming little burst of confidence that made Lloyd's heart warm toward her, "I began to feel bewitched myself, from the first moment that godmother spoke to me?
She called me Elizabeth, and at home I am just plain Betty.
Oh, I think it is perfectly beautiful to have a godmother." She looked shyly up at the face above her with such a winning smile that Mrs.Sherman drew her toward her with a quick hug and kiss.

Lloyd gave a little wriggle of satisfaction.