He won the first three leaves by unselfish service, faithfulness to every trust, and wise, honorable living, so that he well deserved that Paradise should bring him perfect happiness." "Girls!" cried Betty, her face lighting up, "_we_ must be warm on the trail, with our Tusitala rings, our Warwick Hall motto, and our Order of Hildegarde.

A Road of the Loving Heart is as hard to dig in every one's memory as a well in the desert.

If we keep the tryst in all things, we're bound to find the silver leaf, and think of the wisdom it takes to weave with the honor of a Hildegarde!" Eugenia interrupted her: "Oh, Betty, _please_ write a legend of the shamrock for girls that will fit modern times.

In the old style there are always three brothers or three maidens who start out to find a thing, and only the last one or the youngest one is successful.

The others all come to grief.