This is a lot of trouble and expense, but I just can't go to the house-party looking like a fright.

I'd do lots more than this to keep the Princess from being ashamed of me." Then she put it away and went out to the hammock, under the umbrella-tree, and while she sat swinging back and forth for a long happy hour, she pictured to herself the delights of the coming house-party.

The Princess would be changed, she knew.

Her last photograph showed that.

One is almost grown up at seventeen, and she had been only fourteen, Mary's age, when she made that never to be forgotten visit to the Wigwam.