Now shut your eyes while you repeat Olga's charm, and see what will happen." Delighted by this dramatising of the old tale, Betty scrambled to her feet, ran across the room, and laid her hand on top of the shabby little leather trunk.

Shutting her eyes so tight that her nose wrinkled up like a kitten's, while her mouth smiled broadly, she repeated the rhyme: "For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need, Blossom and deck me, little seed!" As she opened her eyes, Lloyd, obeying a whisper from her mother, threw back the lid of the trunk.

All that Betty could utter, as she looked within, was a long-drawn cry of surprise: "Oh-oo-oo!" There, inside, lay a pile of light summer dresses, some white, and the rest in as many tints of pale pinks and blues and buffs and lilacs as could be found in a bunch of fresh sweet peas.

Below were glimpses of linen and lace and embroidery, and in the top tray two pretty hats.

One trimmed simply with rosettes of ribbon, the other a broad-brimmed leghorn with a wreath of forget-me-nots.
One look into Betty's face was enough reward for Mrs.Sherman.It was ample return for all the trouble she had taken.