No, whose was it?
She rubbed her eyes and looked again, to find her godmother standing in the door.
"It is time to dress for dinner, little girl," she called, gaily.

"Do you need any help ?" "No, thank you," answered Betty, sitting up and catching a glimpse of Lloyd going past the door in a fresh white muslin and pink ribbons.
"Shall I wear my best dress, godmother ?" asked Betty, "or would it be better to save it for Sunday ?" "Let me see it," said Mrs.Sherman, helping her to take it out of the little half-filled trunk.

"Oh, you'd better wear it, I think.

We may have company." What she saw in that trunk set her to thinking her most godmotherly thoughts.
The wax tapers were all lighted in each silver candelabra when Betty went down the stairs, looking fresh and sweet as a wildflower in her dress and ribbons of robin's-egg blue.

When she slipped into the long drawing-room, Lloyd was playing on the harp.