Now me, all the good news in the world wouldn't make _me_ look beautiful, freckled and fat and sunburned as I am, and my hair so fine and thin and straight--" She paused in her musings to look up each sleeve for her handkerchief, and not finding it in either, caught up the hem of her short pink skirt to wipe her perspiring face.
"Oh, _what_ did the postman bring ?" she demanded, seating herself on the edge of the hammock swung under the umbrella-tree.

"I've almost walked myself into a sunstroke, hurrying to get here and find out.

Is it from Jack or Holland or Cousin Kate ?" "It is from The Locusts," answered Joyce, leaning forward to see what was tied to the other end of the rope which Mary still held.

Seeing that it was only a snake, something which Mary and Holland were always dragging home, to add to their collection of skins and shells, she went on: "The Little Colonel is to have a second house-party.

The same girls that were at the first one are invited for the month of June, and Eugenia is to be married there instead of in New York.