Your devoted godmother, "ELIZABETH SHERMAN." Betty spread the sample of chiffon out over her knee, and stroked it admiringly, before she slipped it back into the envelope with the letter.

"The Princess is going to be so happy over this," she exclaimed.
"I'm sure she'll enjoy this second house-party at seventeen a hundred times more than she did the first one at eleven, and yet nobody could have had more fun than we did at that time." Dora's eager little face was eloquent with interest.

Betty could not have chosen a more attentive listener, and, inspired by her flattering attention, she went on to recall some of the good times they had had at Locust, and in answer to Dora's timid questions explained why Lloyd was called The Little Colonel and the Princess Winsome and the Queen of Hearts and Hildegarde, and all the other titles her different friends had showered upon her.
"She must have been born with a gold spoon in her mouth, to be so lucky," sighed Dora, presently.

"Life has been all roses for her, and no thorns whatever." "No, indeed!" answered Betty, quickly.

"She had a dreadful disappointment last year.