It tickled Joyce, the way I described myself, travelling in a sunbonnet and carrying my belongings in an old-fashioned willow basket.
She gave my chin a soft nip and kissed rue on each cheek, and said, "You funny little Bettykins! As if it made any difference to your friends what you wore." I told her I believed it would make a difference to Eugenia, and she thought, too, that maybe it might.

Then I told her I believed that was why godmother gave me the enchanted necklace before she came, so that I wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

Joyce had not heard about the necklace, so I showed her my gold beads and told her their story.

She thought it was lovely of godmother to make the fairy tale come true, but she advised me not to tell Eugenia.

Girls who always travel in private cars and have everything they wish for, she said, can't understand what it means to be poor.