PRINCESS POLLY'S GAY WINTER

 By AMY BROOKS

 AUTHOR OF "Princess Polly, " "Princess Polly's Playmates, " "Princess Polly at School, " "Princess Polly by the Sea, " "Princess Polly at Play, " etc. 

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I MERRY TIMES PROMISED II THE SEA NYMPH III GWEN IV WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL V A BREATH OF THE SEA VI A DELIGHTFUL CALL VII AUNT JUDITH'S PARTY VIII GYP'S AMBITION IX A JOLLY TIME X A HOLIDAY PARTY XI UNCLE JOHN MAKES A PROMISE XII AUNT ROSE'S CALL

CHAPTER I

MERRY TIMES PROMISED

Little Rose Atherton sat on the lower step of the three broad onesthat led down from the piazza, and she wondered if there were, in allthe world, a lovelier spot than Avondale. 

"And we live in the finest part of Avondale, " she said, continuing herthoughts aloud. "Tho' wherever Uncle John is, seems better than anywhereelse. "

She had spent the bright, happy summer at the shore, and surely UncleJohn's fine residence, "The Cliffs, " had been a delightful summer home. 

Then Uncle John had one morning told a bit of wonderful news. 

"I've something to tell you, my little girl, " he said, drawing Roseto him. 

"This is our summer home, " he continued, "and a fine summer place itis, but Rose, little girl, we're to spend the coming Winter atAvondale. "

It had been very exciting!

Before closing "The Cliffs, " those treasures that Uncle John helddearest were carefully packed to be sent to the new home, and then, in the big, luxurious car, they had motored to Avondale. 

"Good-bye, " Rose had said, as she looked back toward "The Cliffs, " andthen, after throwing a kiss toward the house, she nestled back in thecar, and tried, for the twentieth time, to "guess" how the new homewould look. 

It had proved to be more grand, more beautiful than she had dreamed. "And so near sweet Princess Polly, " she said, "just the next house butone. "

She sprang from the low step, and ran down to the sidewalk to see ifPrincess Polly was yet in sight. "I think it is a little early, " shesaid, "for Polly said she'd come over at nine, and it isn't nine yet. "

The dainty Angora came down the walk to meet her, her tail like a greatplume, her soft coat as fluffy as thistle down. Proudly she walked asif she knew her beauty. 

"Oh, you darling puss!" cried Rose. "You make this new home seem justas if we'd always lived here. "

"That's right, Miss Rose, " said the housekeeper, as she looked fromthe window. 

"A cat does make a place seem homelike. She's not stared about, noracted wild as most cats do. She made herself at home, and seemed athome the first day the captain brought her to you. Do you remember, Miss Rose, she sprang from the basket, sat down on the rug, and beganto wash her face?"

"I know she did, and that proves that she's a wonderful cat. Shecouldn't act like a common cat. Could you, dear?"

The cat rubbed lovingly against Rose. 

"We're going to choose a name for her to-day, and Princess Polly iscoming over to help me. Oh, there she comes now!" Rose ran down thepath to meet Polly, the white cat trotting along after her. 

"I wanted to bring Sir Mortimer over to get acquainted with her, buthe's just dear, in all but one thing. He isn't _always_ polite to othercats, and _sometimes_ he's really horrid, and growls so dreadfullythat you'd think he hadn't any manners, " said Polly. 

"I guess it's just as well, " Rose said, "for we'll be pretty busychoosing a name. "

Polly had written a list of fine names, and together they read them, the white cat sitting and eagerly watching them for a time, and thenplaying on the lawn with a ball that was her own especial toy. At lastafter reading the list of imposing names again and again, they decidedthat, after all, Beauty best suited the lovely creature. 

"To think that you are to live here at Avondale again!" Polly said, when at last the name had been chosen. 

"Yes, and to think that there's only one house between yours and mine!"said Rose. 

"You'll be happier in this handsome house with your Uncle John, thanyou ever were when you lived here at Avondale before at the little weecottage with your Aunt Judith. "

"Oh, yes, " Rose said quickly, "because _now_ I know that Aunt Judithloves me, but _then_, I thought she didn't. With Uncle John, --why everymoment since I've lived at his house, I've known that he loved me. "

A moment she sat thinking, then she spoke again. 

"When I lived here at Avondale before, I lived _all_ the time at thecottage, but now I'll live here, with dear Uncle John, and go down tosee Aunt Judith, oh, sometimes. "

Then she turned to look at her playmate. 

"Polly, _Dear_ Polly!" she cried. "You look more like a princess thanwhen we first called you 'Princess Polly. ' Now, who ever thinks ofcalling you Polly Sherwood, your real, _truly_ name?"

"Who cares which they call me, so long as they love me?" cried Pollywith a merry laugh. 

They were in the garden at the rear of the house, but between treesand shrubbery they could see a bit of the avenue. 

Something moving attracted their attention. 

"Look!" cried Rose. "What's _that_?" Polly did look. 

Something like a huge wheel, all spokes and hub, but no tire, waswhirling down the avenue. 

"It's Gyp!" said Polly. 

"What? _That_?" said Rose. 

"Yes, that's Gyp, and he's going down the avenue whirling first on hishands, then on his feet, " Polly said. 

"Oh, I wish he wasn't in this town, " cried Rose, "because no one evercan guess what horrid thing he'll do next. And he won't stay over bythe woods where he lives. He keeps coming over to this part of Avondale, and I wonder someone doesn't stop him. "

"Who could stop Gyp?" Polly asked. 

And who, indeed, could stop him? He was one of a family that was morethan half Gypsy, and Gyp was, surely, the wildest of the clan. 

He _would_ steal, yet so crafty was he that no one ever caught him. He was full of mischief, and nothing delighted him more than theassurance that he had really frightened someone. 

As he usually felt very gay when he had done some especially annoyingbit of mischief, it was safe to say that he had spent a busy morningsomewhere, and now was turning handsprings to give vent to his hilariousfeelings. 

"Oh, what _do_ you s'pose he's been doing?" Polly asked. 

"I don't know, " Rose said slowly, "but I remember that he always actedjust like that when he'd been _very_ naughty. "

"Rob Lindsey said yesterday that somebody ought to watch Gyp, andwhenever he seems to feel gay, just look around the neighborhood, andlearn what he has been doing, " said Rose. 

"You'd have to watch him all the time, then, " Polly replied, "for healways acts as if he felt full of fun, and mischief. "

"Then whoever watched Gyp could do nothing else. He wouldn't have aminute for--oh look!" Rose sprang up on to a low ledge that the gardenerhad left showing because of its natural beauty. Flowers grew at itsbase, and the little rock, or ledge, rose just enough to show its crestabove the blossoms. Something bright and fair was racing down thestreet, as if pursuing Gyp. 

It shouted lustily. "You Gyp! You _mean_ old, --oh, I don't know what!"

"Why, that's Gwen Harcourt!" said Polly, "and she's chasing Gyp!"

Like a small whirlwind composed of muslin, lace, and ribbons, Gwentore down the avenue, shouting, and screaming as she ran. 

She had snatched a handful of gravel just as she started to chase him, and she hurled the small, round stones after his flying figure. 

Not one of them hit him, and as he ran, he looked over his shoulderto grin like an imp, as he shouted:

"Oh, what a shot! Ye couldn't hit the side of the house!"

That so maddened Gwen, that she forgot to run, and in the middle ofthe street, stood stamping her foot, and shrieking. 

Of course Gyp was delighted! If he had not frightened her, he had, atleast, the joy of seeing how angry Gwen could be. He vaulted over alow wall, and carelessly whistling, went at high speed across the lawn, toward the river, crossed the bridge, and, as usual, hid in the forestbeyond. 

Gwen stood, where he had left her, watching him as he hurried away, and finally disappeared. 

"Horrid thing!" she cried. "How I wish I knew of something I could doto plague him!"

Gwen was quickly angered, but her anger was never long-lived. 

She turned toward home. 

"_Let_ him run, if he wants to. Who cares? I don't. "

Already she was humming a merry tune. 

"I read a story yesterday 'bout a house that had a secret closet init. 'Twas a fine story, and I guess I'll tell it to the first girl Imeet, " she said. 

It happened that Rose and Polly were walking down the avenue, on theway to Sherwood Hall, just as Gwen Harcourt gave up chasing Gyp. 

"Hello!" she cried, "I wondered when you'd come to Avondale to live. How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks, " said Rose. 

"Why didn't you let me know? I'd have been over to see you long beforethis, " Gwen replied. 

Polly looked at Rose. She knew that Rose was not at all fond of Gwen, and wondered what reply she would make. 

Rose did not have to answer, for Gwen continued:

"Sit down on this wall, and I'll tell you a story. I'll come over toyour house some day this week, but now listen, while we sit here. It'sa story I read yesterday, 'bout a house that had a secret closet, andours has one, do you hear?" She leaned forward and pointed her ringer, first at Polly, then at Rose. 

"_Our_ house has a secret closet. Don't you both wish yours had?"

"Why, Gwen Harcourt! What could we do with secret closets?" said Rose. 

"The girl in the story I read was locked into the closet by mistake, and she couldn't get out!" said Gwen, looking quite as excited as ifshe were telling something pleasant. Rose moved uneasily, and Pollyshivered. 

"Didn't they _ever_ find her?" Polly asked. 

"I guess not, " said Gwen, "and the funny thing is that the story stoppedright there, so you see I'll never have any idea whether she ever gotout or not. "

"Oh, I like _pleasant_ stories, " Rose said, as she slipped from thewall. In an instant Polly stood beside her, and the two turned towardhome, but Gwen had no idea of losing her audience so soon. 

"Wait a minute, " she cried, "and I'll tell you 'bout the girl thatfell into the ditch, and had to be pulled out by her hair!"

"Oh, _don't_!" cried Polly, and clapping her hands over her ears, sheturned, and ran at top speed, followed by Rose. 

They soon outran Gwen, and were glad to rest. 

"Did you ever hear such _horrid_ stories?" Polly asked. 

"Never!" cried Rose, "unless it was other stories that she told atother times. There's the one that she made us listen to when we wereover to Lena Lindsey's one day. The one about the ghost that rode downthe main street every night at twelve. "

"Oh, I remember, " said Polly. "That was the time that Rob Lindsey saidthe shivers ran up and down his spine until his back was all _humps_!He said the shivers had become _chronic_! We laughed at Rob, but eventhe funny things he said couldn't drive away the thoughts of the storythat Gwen Harcourt had told. "

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The bright, sunny days sped as swiftly at Avondale, as they had at theshore. 

Hints of pleasures that already were being planned for the comingWinter were floating as freely as if the wind carried them, and allover Avondale, wherever small girls and boys were at play, one mighthear scraps of conversation that told of anticipated pleasures. 

Some of the gossip reached Aunt Judith's cottage, and she resolved todo a bit of entertaining, if not on the grand scale in which herneighbors indulged, at least in a manner that her little friends wouldenjoy. 

She laughed softly as she moved about the tiny rooms, and thought ofthe quaint, merry party that would at least be original. 

"The cottage is small, and so it will have to be a little party, butwe'll call it 'small and select, '" she said. 

A light tap at the door, made her turn, and she hastened to open thescreen door, that Rose might enter. 

"The fine house, and fine friends don't make you forget your AuntJudith, dear, " she said. 

"Oh, I'll never forget you, " Rose said, "and I'll come to see you nowI'm to live so near. To-day I'll sit beside you while you sew. I'llsit in the little chair that was always mine. "

"It is yours now, dear, and, whenever you come, I'll 'play, ' as youand Polly say, I'll 'play' that you are once more living here at thecottage. "

There was news to be told. Uncle John was to have a fine conservatorybuilt, and later it would be stocked with beautiful flowering plants. 

Lena Lindsey was to give a fine party some time during the Winter, andLeslie Grafton, and her brother Harry had already hinted that therewould be gaiety at their home. 

Mrs. Sherwood always gave some sort of party for Princess Polly, andsurely everyone remembered her beautiful party of the Winter before. 

All these things she told Aunt Judith. 

"And Uncle John says he will not permit his neighbors to do _all_ theentertaining, and when he says that he laughs, " said Rose. 

Aunt Judith stopped rocking and sat very straight. 

"And _I_ shall entertain in a small way myself, " she said. 

"Oh, Aunt Judith!" cried Rose, her surprise making her eyes round, andbright. 

"The wee party that I shall give will be in honor of my little niece, Rose. "

Rose laid her warm hand on Aunt Judith's arm. 

"How good you are, " she said. "And I'll come over the day of the party, and help you get ready. I'll love to. 'Twill be half the fun. Oh, AuntJudith, please tell me what the dear little party is to be like. "

"Like a party that I once enjoyed when I was little, " Aunt Judith said. 

"I remember it as perfectly as if it had occurred yesterday. To repeatit now will be a quaint delight. I'll not tell you _all_ about it yet, but when my plans are made, you shall come over here to the cottage, and I'll tell you every detail. I believe the tiny party will do megood. I shall feel once more like the little lass that I was when Ireceived the invitation, and then a week later, dressed in my best, went to my friend's house. There were twelve guests, and I shall havejust twelve at _my_ party. "

CHAPTER II

THE SEA NYMPH

Little Sprite Seaford sat in the first car of the long train, her eyesbright with excitement, a tear on her cheek, and her red lips quivering. 

One little hand nervously clutched her handkerchief, while the othergrasped the handles of her very new suitcase. 

She had wound her pretty arms tightly around her mother's neck, kissedher, oh, so many times, and then, lest her courage fail her, had turnedand fled from the house, where on the beach, she clung to her father'shand, and silently walked toward the station. 

She felt that if she tried to talk she would surely cry, but why wasthe sturdy captain so silent? Did he feel, as his little daughter did, that safety lay in silence? Did he fear to speak lest the tears mightcome? It had been decided that Sprite should accept Mr. Sherwood'sinvitation, and spend the Winter at Avondale, enjoying the early Wintermonths at Sherwood Hall, and the latter part of the season as the guestof Uncle John Atherton and his little niece, Rose. 

She had enjoyed the planning of her modest little wardrobe, she hadtalked of the delight of having Rose and Princess Polly for herplaymates all Winter. 

She had promised to be a faithful little pupil at school, and she haddreamed all night, and talked all day of the delightful Winter thatshe was to enjoy. 

Now, seated in the car, ready to take her first journey from home, shelooked about her with frightened eyes. Captain Seaford stood besideher. He had bought a box of candy, and a book, trusting that they mighthelp to cheer her. 

He looked down at the little daughter who was so dear to him. 

"I'd make the trip with ye, Sprite, but yer ma, I'm thinking, willneed me, 'bout the time she knows yer train has started, " he said. 

"Oh, she will. You _must_ go back to her, " cried Sprite. 

The conductor entered and stated that all who were intending to leavethe car must leave at once, or remain on board. Captain Seaford stoopedto kiss the little upturned face. 

"Oh, father, dear! If you and mother hadn't worked so hard to get meready for the long visit, I'd give it up now. I'd rather go back withyou. "

"Tut, tut, Sprite! Be a brave lassie, and try to make the trip bravely. Ye need the good schooling and the merry playmates. The Winter at theshore is always dull. Cheer up, now. We're to have a letter, remember, as soon as ye reach Avondale. "

"Ay, ay, sir!" he said, as the conductor beckoned, impatiently, andwith another kiss, and a hasty "Good-bye, " he left the car. 

Sprite knew that he would stand on the platform, and she turned towardthe window. 

Through blinding tears, she saw his stalwart form, and she tried tosmile, for his sake. 

Before she could chase away the tears, the train had started, she sawthrough her tear-dimmed lashes a blurred landscape, and then, --why shewas actually riding away from her seashore home! For a time she sat, as if in a dream, and then the conductor came along. Little Spritelooked up into his pleasant face, and wondered why he paused. 

"Let me see your ticket, my dear, " he said, and she blushed at herforgetfulness, and drew it from her pocket. 

He punched it, and then, in a gentle, fatherly way, he said:

"Your father, Captain Seaford, is a firm friend of mine. He asked meto look out for you, and see that you got off the train at Avondale. He said this was your first bit of travelling alone, but that yourfriends would be waiting for you when you arrived. "

"They will, oh, they will!" she eagerly cried, "and thinking of thatmakes me feel happier. I've never been away alone before. "

"I've a little girl at home who is much braver to talk about goingaway from home, than she is when the time comes to start. But don'tworry, little Miss Seaford, " he said, with a laugh, "for I'll be yourfriend all the way to Avondale. "

"Oh, thank you, " she said, and he thought that he had never seen alovelier face. She opened the new book, hoping that the story and thepictures might make her forget her homesickness. It was evident thatshe considered a good book a good friend. 

The story held her attention, the picture charmed her, and the box ofcandy was an added comfort. She nestled close to the window, her longgolden hair fell over her shoulders, and framed her face, and the oldconductor smiled when he passed down the aisle, and looked at the dearlittle figure. 

"The book has made her forget to worry, " he said, softly. 

A little later, when he paused beside her seat, she looked up to smileat him. 

"I keep right on reading, " she said, "because if I stop to think, Iremember that all the time I'm going farther away from home. "

"Then whenever you look up from the page, just remember that you aregetting nearer, and nearer to Avondale, where you can write your firstletter home, " he said in an effort to cheer her. 

"Oh, yes, " said Sprite, "and I'll do that before I go to sleep to-night, and post it early to-morrow morning. " Then, for a long time, she readthe fascinating story. 

Just as she closed the book she realized that the train was slowingdown. 

The conductor was coming toward her. What was the brakeman saying?

"The next station will be Avondale!" he shouted, and little Sprite'sheart beat faster. 

The conductor stood at her seat now. "I'll take your suit case, " hesaid. "Come with me. "

How her little heart beat!

Would they be at the station? They had promised to be there when thetrain arrived. 

She could not see from where she stood in the aisle. 

Ah, now the train had actually stopped! She was out on the platform!She was going down the steps. The kindly conductor was saying somethingabout wishing her a pleasant visit. The train was starting off. 

Oh, was she utterly alone?

"Sprite! Oh, you've come!" cried a sweet, familiar voice, and PrincessPolly caught both her hands. 

"I was _so_ afraid that something would happen, and you wouldn't come, "she cried. 

"And _I_ was wondering what I'd do if I didn't see you when I left thecar. Oh, _wouldn't_ I have been frightened?" said Sprite, with a nervouslittle laugh. 

"Oh, how could you think I'd miss coming to meet you? Mamma said thelast moment, as I ran down the steps:

"'I _do_ hope you will find Sprite at the station, ' and I _did_, " Pollysaid. "Now, come over to the carriage, and we'll fly to Sherwood Hall. "

"This is my suit case, and, oh, there's my trunk, " Sprite said. 

"Oh, the coachman will take care of those. We'll get seated so as toreach home in just no time. I can't wait to take you to mamma. "

The color brightened in Sprite's dimpled cheeks. 

She was determined not to be homesick, and the ride along the finestreets, and then up the long avenue, showed such grand residences, such spacious piazzas, such velvet lawns and gorgeous masses of flowers, that the sea captain's little daughter began to wonder if she were insome new country, or at Avondale, where her new friends actually lived. 

"Here we are!" cried Polly, as the horse slackened his pace at thebroad gateway, "and this is Sherwood Hall, your new home for theWinter. "

"For _part_ of the Winter!" called a merry voice, and Uncle JohnAtherton with Rose beside him in his big motor, laughed gaily as Spriteturned to learn who greeted her. 

For a moment the carriage and the motor stood side by side, while thethree small girls chatted gaily, then, believing that Mrs. Sherwoodand Polly should greet their guest, uninterrupted by neighbor or friend, Uncle John bowled away down the avenue, they responded to Rose's wavinghandkerchief, and then rode up the driveway. 

"Oh, what a lovely, _lovely_ house!" cried Sprite, "and what a dearplace to live in. I _know_ I'm to be happy here!"

"Indeed you are!" cried Polly, "and here's mamma. "

"Dear little girl, " Mrs. Sherwood said, as Sprite stepped from thecarriage, and ran up the steps. "I'm glad to see you, and I shall beglad indeed to keep you as long as Captain Atherton will permit. Hewas over here last evening, and he said that he would let us keep youup to the first half of the Winter, as we agreed, but after that hewould have you at his home with Rose, if he had to steal you. Helaughed, but he meant it, so see how _very_ welcome you are atAvondale. "

"Oh, it is sweet to have so many people love me, " Sprite said, gratefully, and her eyes were as bright as stars. She was tired withthe long car ride, and with Princess Polly, she sped to her room, thereto make her little self fresh, and fair for dinner. 

"We're to share this room, and these two pretty beds are yours andmine, " said Polly. 

"We could have had separate rooms, but I wanted you with me, and beside, mamma said if you were with me, you couldn't be lonesome. "

"Oh, I'd rather be with you, " said little Sprite, "and what a lovelyroom it is!"

She saw every dainty bit of color, every charming detail of thefurnishings, she saw the river as she looked from the windows, and thevines peeping in at the windows, and she wondered how it had happenedthat she now possessed such dear friends, who vied with each other inmaking her their little guest. 

She opened her suit case, and took from it a pale blue frock, with aribbon of the same tint for her hair. 

The frock was of soft mull, and its coloring was like that of a paleaqua marine. 

She combed out her long, waving hair, and quickly tied it with theblue ribbon, then, her hand tightly clasped in Polly's, descended thestairs. 

Arthur Sherwood entered the hall just in time to see the two prettyfigures on the stairway. 

"Well, well, and so the little sea nymph has come to live at SherwoodHall for a time. My dear little Sprite, I am truly glad to see you. "

He took the slender hand that she offered him, and the three chattedgaily until dinner was served. 

The fine dinner, exquisitely served, was a rare treat for Sprite, andthe pleasant evening that followed made her at once feel that she was, already, a part of the family. 

In her room, after the happy evening, Sprite wrote a loving letter tothe dear father and mother at the home by the sea. 

She addressed it, and placed the stamp upon it, and then gave it aplace on the dresser where she would surely see it in the morning, andthus remember to post it. 

Princess Polly would liked to have kept awake to talk, but Sprite wasvery tired, and soon her answers became so drowsy that Polly knew thatshe needed sleep and rest. Little Sprite had been the first to dropto sleep, but, accustomed to early rising, she was the first to wake. She slipped from her bed, glanced at Polly, saw that she had not yetawakened, and quietly began to dress. She had learned, the eveningbefore, that there was a mail box just across the street, and she nowpicked up the letter, and made her way down to the lower hall. Thedoor stood wide open, only the screen door was fastened. 

The maid, a few moments before, had opened the door that the fresh airmight pass through the hall. Sprite slipped out into the garden, herletter in her hand. 

She ran a short distance, then as the sunlight touched the glowingblossoms, she paused and looked about her. 

Oh, what a fairy world it was! Her home at the shore had been placedon a broad stretch of sand, and only a few of the residences atCliffmore boasted a flower, or tree on its grounds. 

Now, with the garden gay with geraniums, tall gladioli, dahlias, andscarlet salvia, she looked in amazement and delight at the riot ofcolor. 

"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" she said. 

Suddenly she remembered her precious letter. 

She ran across the street, and slipped it in the box. 

"There you go, and you'll tell the two dearest people in the worldthat I got here safely, and that everyone was dear to me. You'll tellthem that I love them too. "

Her heart was lighter, because now she knew that the letter that thedear ones at home were looking for, would soon be on its way. 

She hurried back to the garden, where she sat for a long time watchingthe bees as they hovered over the flowers. 

She would not go back to her room for fear of waking Polly, and sheknew that she should not wander about the vacant lower rooms, so shedecided to wait in the garden, until Princess Polly should come down. 

She clasped her hands about her knee, and sat lost in a day dream. Herlong rippling hair fell over her shoulders, and she made a lovelypicture as she sat thinking of her home at the shore. 

"The cliffs are white in the bright sunlight by this time, " she said, softly, lest someone might hear her, "and the big gulls are flyingover the water, or dropping to float on the crest of the waves. 

"It is beautiful at home, and grand here at Avondale. 

"I wonder if anyone knows if one is really finer than the other. They'reso different. "

Then again she sat dreaming. Sir Mortimer came around the corner ofthe house, and went straight to Sprite for the caress everyone offeredhim. He listened to her sweet voice as she told him what a fine cathe was, he arched his back, and purred his loudest. 

After a time he lay down on the grass beside her, taking his morningsunbath. 

Princess Polly, in the meantime, had awakened and missed Sprite. Shedressed hastily. 

As she passed the window a soft voice talking to Sir Mortimer made herpause and look out. She leaned from the window. 

"Oh, there you are!" she cried. "I missed you, and I couldn't guesswhere you were. I'll come right down to the garden. " She flew down thestairs, and out into the sunlight. 

Sprite ran to meet her, and with their arms about each other, theypaced up and down the broad piazza. 

Sir Mortimer blinked at them as he sat in the sunlight, as if heapproved of their merry chatter. Possibly he thought it fine that therewere to be two little girls at Sherwood Hall to pet him. 

"The garden is so lovely, " Sprite said, as they paused to look outacross the lawn. 

"Come!" cried Polly. "I'll show you all the prettiest places. "

The big cat followed them, trotting along the gravel walk, pausingwhenever they did, as if all that Polly was showing was new to him. 

And when they had admired the rippling brook that ran through thegarden, the tall white lilies standing in queenly grace beside thestone wall, the terraces crowned with rose bushes, and the gorgeousbeds of geraniums, they ran back to the piazza, and seated themselvesin the hammock that swung in the breeze. 

"Do you remember any of the pretty songs you used to sing last Summerwhen we were out on the beach, or sitting on the ledge?" Polly asked. 

"There's one I always like to sing when I'm in a dory, " Sprite said. 

"Then let's rock this hammock, and play it's a dory, and while we'reswinging, you sing, " Polly said. 

With a voice in which a thrill of happiness made wondrous music, littleSprite sang:

 "Bright is the sky above us, Blue is the sea below. Seagulls are hovering 'round us Fluttering to and fro. 

 Faith is the sky above us, The sea is the earth below. Gulls are the friends who love us, Following where'er we go. 

 Sunshine above, around us, White caps floating by, None in the world is happier Than you, my love, and I. "

CHAPTER III

GWEN

Little Sprite Seaford felt so completely "at home, " that it seemed toher as if she had always lived at Avondale. There were times when shefelt homesick. At early morning, before Polly was awake, she would liewith wide open eyes, gazing around the lovely room, and missing thedear voices that always greeted her so cheerily. At twilight, when theshadows grew deeper, there would be a longing for the dear ones athome, and her loving little heart would ache, and she would have tostruggle to keep back the tears. 

She knew, however, that she must be a bright, cheerful little guest. Had not dear father and mother said so?

Throughout the sunny days she was the life of the merry playmates wholived so near that they were always together. Polly and Rose she hadplayed with at the shore in the Summer, and at the children's partythat Mrs. Sherwood had given, she had met the boys and girls who hadcome from Avondale for that evening. 

They had all liked the "little Sea Nymph, " as they had called her, andnow were glad to renew the acquaintance. 

There was one small girl who, thus far, had shown no interest in Polly'sguest, and that was Gwen Harcourt. 

She had seen Sprite with Polly, and her playmates, but she had watchedthem from a distance. 

From her own piazza she could look across to Sherwood Hall, and seethe children at play. 

In a few days she had tired of watching the merry friends, and shelonged to join them. She had heard Lena Lindsey say that Sprite wascharming. 

Leslie Grafton, only the day before, had said that one reason why sheenjoyed playing with Sprite was because she was so _different_ fromany girl that she knew. 

What was this "_difference_" that Leslie spoke of?

Harry Grafton had declared that little Sprite was a trump. 

"What's a _trump_?" said Gwen, as she sat swinging her feet, and lookingup and down the avenue. 

"What's a _trump_?"

She was perched on the top of the stone post at the entrance to thedriveway, and watching intently for a glimpse of little Sprite. 

She had been curious about the new little girl ever since the firstday that she arrived at Avondale. _Now_, she was _determined_ to knowher. 

"If she'd go by while I'm sitting here I'd _make_ her come into mygarden. I'd like to have her all to myself the first time I talk toher, " she said softly. 

Of course Gwen wished to meet Sprite when she was quite alone. Anyonewho had ever known Gwen would know why. 

She knew that all of her playmates were aware that she told very largestories, and that none of them were true. 

If she had Sprite, quite by herself, she could tell what she chose. Luck favored her, for she had sat on the great post but a moment longer, when a soft voice singing made her look up. 

Sprite, her hands filled with flowers, was coming toward her. 

She was looking down at her blossoms, and did not notice the child onthe post. 

 "Bright, glist'ning summer sea, Bring thou a ship to me, Sailing so gallantly over the main. Down deep within its hold Will there be bags of gold, Or sparkling gems untold, All, all for me? Now my heart cries to thee; Bring not from o'er the sea Bright glitt'ring gems for me, nor bags of gold. I'd rather have a heart, Mine from all else apart, From him I'd _never_ part, Love's more than gold. "

Little Sprite Seaford had learned the song in her home by the sea. Itswords were tender, its melody graceful and sweet, but Gwen Harcourtcared little for music. Her only thought was to startle Sprite. Withthis delightful thought in her mind, she waited until Sprite was aboutto pass the post, when she slipped to the ground directly in front ofher, causing her to "jump, " and drop half of her flowers. 

"Oh, how you frightened me!" she cried, as Gwen peeped impudently rightinto her face. 

"Mustn't be a 'fraidie cat'!" she cried, then--"Here! I'll pick upyour flowers. "

With haste she snatched the flowers from the sidewalk, and thrustingthem into Sprite's hand, she said:

"This is where I live. Come in. I want to know you. My name is GwenHarcourt. What's yours?"

"I am Sprite Seaford, " was the gentle answer. 

"My whole name is Gwendolen Armitage Harcourt. Rather grand, isn'tit?" Gwen asked, her hands on her hips, and her feet wide apart. 

"Mine is just Sprite Seaford, " she said, quietly. 

"Don't you wish you had a middle name?" said Gwen. "It sounds fine. "

"I don't think I care, " said Sprite. 

Gwen was rather surprised that Sprite seemed little interested. 

"Come over here, " she said, "and I'll show you something I guess younever saw before. "

Without waiting to learn if Sprite cared to go, Gwen grasped her arm, and literally tugged her inside the gateway. 

"See these rose bushes?" she asked. 

"Well, they're out of blossom now, but they had much as, oh, I guessa hundred roses on them all at one time!"

Then seeing Sprite's look of surprise, she decided to enlarge herstory. 

"I guess there must have been a _thousand_, now I think of it, " shesaid. "Papa paid twenty dollars a piece for them, and maybe it wasmore than that. I'm not quite sure. "

Sprite made no comment. 

"And _I_ planted one of the bushes, and I'll tell you something realfunny about it, " Gwen said. "I planted it upside down just to see whatit would do, and what do you s'pose? After it had been there 'bout amonth I dug it up, and there were roses on it! It had blossomed downin the _dirt_! They were bigger than the ones that had been plantedthe right way, and they _might_ have been even bigger if I hadn't dugthem up so soon. "

Sprite's truthful eyes were looking straight into Gwen's bold blueones. "Are you _sure_ that happened?" she asked. 

"Well, what do you s'pose?" Gwen asked pertly, and then, without waitingfor a reply she caught Sprite's hand and hurried with her into thegreat hall. 

"I brought you in here to show you the pictures, " she said, pointingto the family portraits that adorned the walls. 

Sprite looked in admiration at the ladies in their quaint gowns ofstiff brocade, and at the men in their lace frills, and satinwaistcoats. 

"The pictures are lovely, " she said, "and are they portraits of peoplethat really, truly lived once?"

"Oh, yes, " cried Gwen, "and I'll tell you all about them. 

"This lady with the pink gown was my great aunt Nora, and that man inthe yellow waistcoat was my great uncle Nathan. 

"That lady in green velvet was my great aunt Nina, and that young girlbeside her was her daughter, Arline. 

"That little old lady in velvet and lace was my great grandmother, andthe next picture was my own grandma, and I've forgotten who that nextone is, but the next lady's name was Jemima, and the one in yellowsilk was Elvira, and the one in pink muslin was Honoriah, and the nextone, --oh, let me think. What _was_ her name? Oh, I know, it wasAnastasia. "

"Why, their names grow worse, and worse the farther you go down thehall!" cried Sprite. 

"Why no they don't, " said Gwen, "for over on this wall, the firstpicture, this one of the lady with the dog is called Lucretia, andthat next one's name was Abagail. "

"Well, their gowns are lovely, " said Sprite, "but didn't they use tohave just horrid names?"

"My mamma says those names are 'quaint, '" Gwen replied, "but come andsee this portrait of a little girl. Guess who that is?"

"Oh, how could I?" said Sprite, "I've never known your people. "

Gwen moved along until she stood close beside her, then she lookedstraight into Sprite Seaford's eyes, and nodding as she spoke, andshaking her forefinger, she said in a whisper:

"That's a portrait of _me!_"

"Why--ee!" exclaimed Sprite. 

"That _is_ a picture of me!" declared Gwen. "Do you _dare_ to say itdoesn't look like me?"

Gwen's eyes were flashing, but the sea captain's little daughter wasno coward. 

"Of course I dare, " she said, "for your eyes are blue, and your hairis light, while the little girl in the picture has brown eyes, andbrown curling hair. "

"How do you know that my hair hasn't been that color, some time orother?" Gwen asked sharply. 

"I don't s'pose I do know, " Sprite said simply, "but I don't _believe_folks have brown hair and have it turn light yellow, and I don't believebrown eyes turn blue, so I don't see how that little girl in the pictureis you. "

Gwen was breathing fast. She was very angry, but she dared not sayharsh words yet. 

She wanted this little Miss Seaford to like her, and to be willing toplay with her, so she only repeated: "I say that that little girl inthe picture _is me_!"

Sprite turned toward the door. 

"Princess Polly may be looking for me, " she said, "so I'll go, now. "

As she stepped out into the sunshine she remembered something that sheshould have said, and she turned. 

"Thank you for letting me see the portraits, " she said. "I'm glad youshowed them to me. "

"Well, _I'm_ not, " Gwen said, rudely. "I wish I _hadn't_, 'cause youdon't b'lieve that pretty portrait is me. "

Sprite looked at her with wondering eyes. She was thinking that it wasstrange that a little girl who wore lovely frocks, and lived in ahandsome house was willing to be as rude as any little vagrant whoroamed the beach at Cliffmore, gathering sea weed. 

"Our house is just an old ship's hull turned upside down, and fixedup for a house, but mother never let me speak like that to anyone, andbesides, I wouldn't want to, " she thought. 

She walked toward the avenue, Gwen close beside her. 

"Good-bye, " Sprite said, with a pleasant smile. 

"I'll not say 'good-bye!'" cried Gwen. "All I'll say is: 'That portrait_is_ a picture of _me_!"

Her voice had risen to a shriek, and she stamped her foot. 

Sprite, now wholly disgusted, turned and ran. 

Mrs. Harcourt, from an upper window, saw Sprite running away from thehouse, just as Gwen's angry voice made itself heard. 

"Oh, dear!" she sighed, "What a pity that of all the children thatGwen knows, not one really understands her. "

The lady, to whom she spoke, looked up into her handsome face, andwondered how any intelligent woman could be so blind regarding her ownchild. 

"She's so very high strung, " continued Mrs. Harcourt, "that she iseasily excited, and she's so _very_ sensitive that her playmates areconstantly hurting her. "

"Why do you not urge her to bear with her little friends patiently, and thus help matters to glide more smoothly?"

"Ah, you, dear friend, like all the rest, fail to understand how fine, how _extremely_ sensitive my little Gwen is, " Mrs. Harcourt responded. 

At this point Gwen rushed up the stairs, stamping on every stair, anddashed into the room. 

"I'm glad she's gone!" she cried, flinging herself down on a chairnear the window, a frown making her look as unpleasant as possible. 

"Who was that child?" her mother asked, as she bent over her, kissingher flushed face, and brushing a yellow curl back from her forehead. 

"She's come to Avondale to stay all Winter with Princess Polly, andwith Rose Atherton. I wanted to know her, I mean I _thought_ I did, but now I don't. I brought her in to see the portraits in our hall, and just for fun I told her that the picture of the little brown eyedgirl was me. 

"She wouldn't believe it, and that made me mad. Of course it reallywasn't a portrait of me, but if I _said_ it was, she ought to believeit?"

"My precious darling!" cried Mrs. Harcourt, "the children _never_ seemto be able to understand your wonderful imagination. The child wasabsurd to go off leaving you so unhappy. I'll ask Mrs. Sherwood whatsort of child she is. "

Gwen, having been petted and assured that her mother thought herperfect, ran from the room, and down to the garden where she soughtsomething with which to amuse herself. 

The cook, looking from the rear window, frowned darkly. 

Gwen did not see her, because, with her back toward the house, she wastrying to see if it would be possible to tie a knot in the cat's tail. 

The old cat objected, and struck at her, missing however, because Gwenjumped back. 

"Ah, ye little varmint!" cried the cook, "if they's no person handyfer yez ter pester, thin yez fall back on the owld cat, poor crayture. "

A few moments she watched Gwen in silence, then again she spoke. 

"There she goes tryin' to climb up onto the fountain basin. Sure I'llhov ter shpake ter her, and I don't want ter, but she risks anything. "

Throwing up the window she shouted:

"Hi! Miss Gwen! Coom down off'n there, 'fore ye do be gittin' a bigfall!"

Gwen turned and made an outrageous face, thus giving proof of hersweetness. 

"Coom doon!" shouted the cook, but Gwen only giggled and remainedexactly where she was. 

CHAPTER IV

WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL

Little Sprite Seaford thought Avondale the brightest place that anychild ever lived in, and if the sky was blue, or if clouds hid thesun, she smiled and still insisted that it was a cheery place. 

She had not forgotten the charm of her home at the shore, but sheremembered that she always felt very gay when the sunlight glistenedon the waves. 

She remembered that when the sky was overcast, the waves were dark andsullen, and the great gulls flew far over the sea, her laugh lost itsgaiety, and she forgot to sing her merry songs. 

Here at Avondale were trees bright with leaves of red and yellow, gardens glowing with gorgeous fall flowers, and Sprite thought Avondalelooked as if it were one huge garden, through which avenues had beencut, and houses, surrounded by spacious lawns, had been built. 

School had opened a week earlier than usual, and Sprite already felt"at home. "

She was a favorite with the boys and girls, and, to her great delight, she found that she had progressed in her studies, under her mother'sguidance, so that, although a trifle younger than Princess Polly, shewould be a member of the same class. 

Polly, and Rose, and Sprite made a lovely trio, and older people meetingthem as they tripped along together, marvelled that three such beautifulchildren, happened to be intimate neighbors. 

Gwen Harcourt had not entered school on the first day, but one morningshe appeared with the news that she should attend school all the yearif she chose, but that she could leave at any time if she wished. 

"Oh, but won't your mamma _make_ you go to school?" a small girl asked. 

"My mamma never _makes_ me do anything!" declared Gwen sharply. "Iguess that's so!" Rob Lindsey said, softly. 

"What did you say?" Gwen asked. 

"I don't _dare_ to tell, " declared Rob, in a teasing voice. 

"You _needn't_!" cried Gwen, and she rudely turned her back towardRob, and commenced to talk to Leslie Grafton. 

She talked so fast that she hardly knew what she was saying, but shewished Rob Lindsey to think that she had quite forgotten that he wasthere. 

The bell rang, and while the others turned to hasten toward the schoolhouse, Gwen walked along as if merely out for a stroll, and she enteredthe schoolroom after all the others were seated. The new teacher thoughtit a happening, but the pupils knew that Gwen had done it to learn ifthe teacher would rebuke her. 

As her tardiness passed unnoticed, Gwen at once decided to do somethingmore striking. 

She was bright, and quick to learn, but she cared little for study, and she would have been placed in a much lower class, but for hermother's great influence. 

Mrs. Harcourt had listened very patiently while it had been made clearto her that her small daughter was not fitted for the class in whichher little friends were placed. 

She was a charming woman, and she had begged, even insisted that Gwenbe placed in the class with Princess Polly, Rose Atherton, and SpriteSeaford, and thus given the opportunity to prove that she could "keepup" with her class. 

The new teacher was amused, and believing that Gwen's stay in the classwould be of short duration, she yielded. 

Gwen never studied, and on her first day, she decided that, as shethought herself _very_ smart, she could, by listening to what otherswere reciting, do very well without "bothering with books. "

That was what she said, and the first question in Geography that sheanswered, made Rob Lindsey call her a "star pupil. "

"What is the capital of Brazil?" Gwen stared for a moment, then shetossed her head as she said, pertly:

"Oh, anyone knows _that_!"

"_Next_!" said the teacher. 

Gwen was surprised. 

She had expected to be coaxed. 

A few moments later she heard a small girl talking of the great Amazonriver. She caught the name, and later when asked to name the largestriver in Africa, she sprang to her feet, and glibly shouted:

"The Amazon!"

"Well, why do you laugh?" she asked, turning angrily to stare at thelaughing class. 

She was offended, when told to sit down, and decided to tell her motherthat she had not received enough attention. 

"I guess I'll say 'snubbed, ' because that will make mamma _sure_ totake my part, " she softly whispered. 

She changed her mind, she often did that, and thought that she wouldnot tell at home that she had been displeased. 

She chose to attend school a week longer, or perhaps a number of weekslonger, because Miss Kenyon, just before closing for the afternoon, stated that on Friday of each week an hour would be reserved forrecitations, and for the reading of compositions. 

Gwen thought she saw a chance to shine, and she meant to do it. 

She had heard a conversation, not intended for her ears, when a ladycalling at her home had inquired for the little daughter of the house. 

"Oh, Gwen is really a wonderful child, " Mrs. Harcourt had said, "andwhile she has a positive talent for reciting fine poetry, hercompositions are _so_ original that they are really _startling_!"

"Oh, really!" the lady had replied, in a manner that showed that shewas bored. 

Gwen had leaned over the baluster in the upper hall, and drank in everyword of praise that had been uttered. 

The following Friday the pupils arrived with compositions that theyhad prepared. 

As is usual, in any such school event, some were really good, otherswere neither very good, nor very bad, but all others were forgottenwhen Gwen Harcourt commenced to read. 

If Gwen Harcourt was vain, conceited, too much of a baby for a childof her age, it was largely the fault of her silly mother, whose beauty, and power to charm were great, but whose mind was exceedingly shallow. 

She loved Gwen deeply, even too deeply to see any faults, and so inher blind love, she of course, could never correct these defects thatshe could not see, and that made the pretty child exceedinglyunattractive. 

Her composition was a good example of what a silly child, with an evensillier mother could do, in the way of original work, for surely theessay was _original_. 

Gwen pranced up onto the platform, made a graceful little bow, andthen, nodding to the class she said: "This really, truly happened!E'hem!

 "The Ostrich. 

"The ostrich that I'm to tell about was in the Zoo in a big city whereI went once, and he must have been the biggest ostrich that anyoneever saw. 

"He was as big as a horse, and so he ought to have been called a_hoss_trich. 

"His feathers were all the colors that folks wear on their hats, --"She paused to note what impression she was making, and a doubting smallboy, murmured;

"Oo--o--o!"

Gwen frowned, and commenced to read again. 

"The ostrich didn't look much like the big white owl in a cage nearhim, because the owl had bigger eyes. "

A few of the pupils giggled, and one in the front row muttered. 

"I don't suppose there was any difference in their _legs_!"

"The ostrich is graceful, --"

She paused again, because at this absurd statement Dick Minton laughedaloud. 

"Oh, _graceful_!" whispered Dick. 

"_Richard_!" said Miss Kenyon, her voice deeply reproving. 

"Well, the idea!" said Dick. "_Graceful_!"

"Gwen, tell me where you obtained these strange ideas about theostrich, " Miss Kenyon said. 

"Did you read some book about birds, or did someone tell you thesethings that you have written?"

"These are _my own_ ideas, " Gwen answered, proudly. 

"I didn't have to read or be told what to write. Mamma says I'm a_genius_, and she read this composition, and _she_ said it was _fine_, so I don't care what _you_ say about it!"

"You may be seated, " said the teacher, but Gwen, not heeding what shesaid, rushed from the school-house, intent upon telling her mother howvery badly she had been treated. 

Miss Kenyon told the pupils that they had been rude to laugh, or makecomments when another pupil was taking any part in the exercises. 

They knew that, but they also knew that Gwen's composition had been"funny. "

Gwen rushed home with her composition in her hand. 

Of course Mrs. Harcourt praised and comforted her. 

"Absurd!" she cried. "Did she wish you to consult a dictionary? Any_ordinary_ child could do that, but to evolve such odd ideas! Why_that_ is genius! She is dull if she doesn't know great creative geniuswhen she sees it!"

"And _must_ I go to school again to-morrow?" Gwen asked. 

"No, indeed!" Mrs. Harcourt said, "I shall send you, hereafter, toprivate school, where your talents will be appreciated. "

There was another pupil who was far more uncomfortable at school thanGwen had ever been, and that was Gyp. 

Placed in a class with children of six or seven, the awkward boy feltill at ease, and out of place. Yet, while they were years younger thanhe, they had already spent more hours in the class room than he everhad, and pages that they read with ease, he struggled over. He was atrue gypsy, and he loved his freedom, and the fresh air. 

Now, as he sat at his desk, book in hand, he thought of his long trampsover field and meadow, through forest and valley, and in his heart hehated school, and the people who forced him to attend. 

"What's the use?" he muttered, under his breath. 

"I can catch woodchucks, and birds and squirrels, " he said, softly, "and _once_ I caught a fox, but what kin I do here? Nothing but holda ol' book!" A sharp command to "stop muttering, and sit still, " servedto increase his wrath. 

He knew that it was not the teacher who was responsible for his presenceat school, but he thought that she _wished_ him to be there, becauseshe insisted that he sit still, and she would not let him leave theroom. 

"It was the p'liceman what _brung_ me here, but I'll bet 'twas her_axed_ him to, " he whispered, thus showing how angry were his thoughts, and how greatly he needed the training that the teacher stood readyto give. 

His mother had not dared to keep him at home, although she needed hishelp. 

Gyp could not understand why she had agreed to let him go to a placewhere he could neither _earn_ nor _steal_ food for the family. _He_felt that she had not stood by him. 

He dared not play truant, because he so feared the policeman who hadsaid that he _must_ attend school. 

Poor Gyp! Ignorant, and born of ignorant parents, he believed, as theydid, that if he did not go to school, he would be sent to jail! Jailwas the only thing that Gyp thought worse than school. He consideredhimself a prisoner in school, but _after four_ he was _free_, so thatjail was worse only because one could not get out of jail at all!

"If it's school or jail, I'll go to _school_!" he said. 

For weeks he appeared each morning and afternoon, sullen, and unhappy. Then something occured that made him change his mind, and his eyesgrow bright, and his heart grow lighter. 

Out of all Avondale, Princess Polly was the only person who spokekindly to him. Wild, careless Gyp fairly worshipped the blue eyed, golden haired little girl who always gave him a pleasant word, and asmile. 

One morning, after a heavy storm, the avenues were in fair condition, until the pupils reached a place where they must cross to the oppositeside of the street to enter the school yard. 

Gyp was not afraid of muddying his shoes, because they were so shabbythat a little mud could not make them look worse. He sat on the walland laughed as he saw the girls try to cross the puddle without wettingtheir feet. 

"Oh, look at the ducks! No, geese!" he cried, adding: "Don't be 'fraid. Water won't hurt ye!"

After the other girls had reached the sidewalk, Princess Polly cametripping along. 

She had intended to walk to school with Rose and Sprite, but Sprite, not quite ready, had asked Polly to go along, and she would soon beready, and would overtake her. 

Gyp saw her coming, and stopped laughing. 

"_Jiminy_!" he ejaculated. "Somebody ought ter do _suthin'_!"

A second later he cried:

"Stop! Oh, stop just a minute, will ye? I'll _fix_ that puddle!"

Polly _did_ stop. 

Snatching a piece of board that chanced to be lying on the ground justover the wall, he flew to where Polly was standing, placed his tinyplank over the puddle, and felt the greatest pride when he saw herwalk across, her dainty shoes without a spot upon them. 

"Oh, Gyp, you were nice to do that for me! Thank you, so much!" shesaid. 

He hardly knew what to reply, but muttering something about being "nobother at all, " he ran around to the other side of the school-housethat she might not see his confusion. One thought filled his mind. Hewould go to school! Yes, he would go to school every day, so thatmorning and afternoon he might be where he could see her, and do anylittle favor, or offer any aid, that she might need. 

Another thought soon followed. He would _work_ at his studies. He wouldnot be at the foot of the class. 

He must work for promotion! He must catch up with pupils of his ownage, for then he would be nearer Princess Polly, and thus able to doany little favor, or any slight service that might please her. 

CHAPTER V

A BREATH OF THE SEA

It was with Polly and Rose that Sprite was happiest. She liked Lenaand Leslie, and all the others. 

The boys were her trusted friends, and she looked forward to a gaywinter with these new friends. One sunny morning Uncle John Atherton, with Rose in the motor beside him, drove over to Sherwood Hall to callfor Polly and Sprite. 

"We're going for a long ride, Rose, so tell Polly and Sprite to taketheir coats. "

They were soon ready, and running down the walk, their coats on theirarms. 

"Where are we going?" they cried, as they reached the sidewalk. Withoutwaiting for an answer they clambered into the car. 

"Where are we going?" they asked again. "Oh, let's all three sit onone seat!"

Uncle John turned to look at the three eager faces. 

"Well, well! What a lucky man I am!" he cried. "Three fine young ladiesall out for a ride with me. Are you ready?"

"All ready!" cried the merry chorus, "but where are we going?"

"Now _that's_ my secret, " Uncle John said, with a laugh, "but I willsay that some business took me to a very charming place this morning, and I thought I'd like company on the way. I trust you're willing togo?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" cried three laughing voices. 

"Then we'll start at once, " said Uncle John, as if he had been waitingin order to be re-assured. 

Over the road they flew, talking and laughing gaily. 

"Rose, do you know where we're going?" Polly asked. 

"Oh, her Uncle John would tell her, " said Sprite. 

"He _didn't_" declared Rose, then; "_did_ you, Uncle John?" she cried. 

"I certainly did not tell Rose, " he said, "and after another half hourhas passed, you three little friends must commence to look about you, and see if you see anything that looks at all familiar. "

"Tell us when the half hour is up, " said Polly, "and we'll beginlooking. "

They were soon running along country roads, where men were busy in thefields, and where early fall wild flowers bordered the roads. 

Then in a brief space, they began to miss the wild flowers, and tonotice bold bits of ledge, the roads became more sandy, and as theyswung around a bend, they caught a glimpse of the sea. 

"Cliffmore! Oh, it's Cliffmore!" cried Sprite her hands tightly clasped, and her eyes bright as stars. 

"_Isn't_ it Cliffmore, Mr. Atherton?" she asked, her little hand pattinghis shoulder nervously, as she waited his reply. 

He stopped the car, and turned to gaze up into the lovely, eager face. 

Sprite, standing, her long golden hair blowing back from her face, looked for all the world like a sea fairy. Shading her eyes with herhand, she looked out across the sea that she loved so well. 

Then she turned to find his kind brown eyes looking up at her, as ifhe were about to speak. 

"Dear little girl, I have indeed brought you to Cliffmore. I was obligedto come here on a little business trip to look after some of myproperty, and I took you for sweet company, and because I thought we'dgive two very dear people who live at the 'Syren's Cave, ' a greatsurprise. "

"Oh, I hope father isn't out on the water, " cried Sprite. "Mother willbe there, but I want to see them both!"

"I looked out for that, " was the cheery reply, "and I wrote to tellCaptain Seaford that I should call upon him to-day. I did not say thatI should bring some callers with me. "

"Oh, what fun!" cried Polly. 

"_Won't_ they be surprised?" said Rose. 

Uncle John turned from the road, and out onto the beach. 

The tide was low, and they bowled along over the hard white sand, little Sprite sitting with her hands tightly clasped, and her eyesriveted upon the distant speck that she knew to be her home, whileRose on one side, and Polly on the other, closely watched her pretty, eager face. 

Captain Seaford, sitting just outside the door, was endeavoring tomend a net, but constant watching for the coming of Captain Athertonmade the task of mending progress slowly. 

"I must spunk up a little, " he said, "for I want to use this net, " butin spite of his resolve, he was soon watching, as before, for thecoming of his friend. 

At last he arose from the low stool on which he had been sitting, throwing the net down in a heap on the sand. 

Mrs. Seaford, seated indoors, was busy, her needle flying in and out, darning one of the captain's socks. 

"I can't keep my mind on my work, " he said. "I tie a knot, and thenlook up to see if John Atherton is in sight. I never acted like thatbefore. I'm always glad to see him, but for some strange reason, Ican't wait patiently for him to arrive. "

"I'm doing the same thing, " his wife said. "I can't keep my mind onthis mending. I take three stitches and then look out of the window. Isn't it strange?"

The honking of a horn made them hasten to the door. 

They saw the big car, they dimly saw Captain Atherton, Polly, and Rose, but with startling clearness they saw the one thing on earth that theyheld most dear, --little Sprite. 

She sprang from the car and ran to them, and what a greeting shereceived!

Captain Seaford declared that it was the sunlight that made his eyeswater, but gentle Mrs. Seaford made no excuse for her tear-wet lashes. 

When the first excitement was over, they were invited to come in andrest in the quaint living-room of the Seafords' home. 

"I thought when I read your letter, Captain Seaford, that you and yourwife were missing little Sprite even more than you had dreamed possible. I have watched Sprite closely, and sometimes I have thought that shewas homesick. If we make the trip once a fortnight, we shall all behappier. "

"Including yourself, John Atherton, " said Captain Seaford, "for I knowyou as well as you know yourself. You are never quite content, unlessplanning pleasure for others. Oh, I know it, and it's no use to denywhat I say. "

"As Captain Atherton is a truthful man, he's not likely to deny it, "said Mrs. Seaford, "and now if you will all enjoy a shore dinner, I'llask you to be my guests. "

"I know of nothing more tempting, " Captain Atherton said, and then, because he believed that Mrs. Seaford would enjoy an hour when shecould have Sprite quite by herself, he took Rose and Princess Pollyover to "The Cliffs, " where they might amuse themselves, while heinspected the work that was being done. 

The time passed swiftly, and when Polly and Rose had seen all theplaces about the house where they had played during the summer, andUncle John had satisfied himself that repairs that were being madewholly pleased him, they found that it was about the time that Mrs. Seaford had set for their return. 

"Come, ladies, " he said, and they ran down the driveway, laughing andtalking, and soon in the big car, were spinning down the beach. 

As they drew near to the "Syren's Cave, " Captain Seaford at the door, sounded a long, sweet note on the horn. Polly and Rose waved theirhandkerchiefs, and Sprite ran out to greet them. 

It was a sunny day, with a fresh, cool breeze blowing from the East, and when they were seated around the table, the big tureen filled withhot chowder seemed just what their keen appetites craved. 

Boiled fish, garnished with cress followed the chowder, and simplepudding, served with cream, furnished the dessert. 

It surely was not an elaborate dinner, but to the guests it seemed thefinest treat that they had ever enjoyed. 

The long ride in the fresh breeze had made them eager for the noonmeal, and the sea food, daintily cooked, was a feast. 

They lingered at the table, and Mrs. Seaford, and the three littlefriends listened, and laughed at the merry stories that the two seacaptains told. 

They were all in the big car when Captain Atherton said:

"Oh, now I think of it; there's a package, and a basket in this carthat I meant to leave here, if you'll kindly store them for me. "

Captain Seaford, never guessing what the parcel, or big basketcontained, answered heartily:

"Of course I'll store them for you, dear friend, as long as you like, "and he hastened to take them, carrying them into the house. 

"Good-byes" had been said, when John Atherton turned to say:

"Oh, will you please open the parcel, and the basket. They're tootightly wrapped, I think. "

"Ah, I know now that 'tis for myself you wish me to store the heavyparcel, and the loaded basket. The heart within thy brave breast isbigger, and warmer than that of any man I ever knew. "

It was as Captain Seaford had said. 

When, with his wife beside him, he opened the basket, he found itfilled with luscious fruit, beneath which lay a huge parcel of sugar. 

In the big bundle that the sturdy captain had found it a task to tugto the house, was another large bag of sugar, a bag of flour, a parcelcontaining beans, a giant squash, and tea and coffee. 

"Could he possibly know that at just this time, these gifts areespecially welcome?" Mrs. Seaford asked. 

"I can't imagine how he could find that out, but surely they could nothave come at a better time, " was the earnest reply. 

He turned to hide the tears that had sprung to his honest eyes, when, for the first time, he saw a large firkin, set just inside the door, and, as if to keep it company, a large sack leaned against it. Thefirkin, as the captain had called it, proved to be a huge tub of finebutter, and the sack was filled with potatoes. 

A card was pinned to the sack. 

"These few articles I leave instead of my card. John. "

"Ah, John Atherton, faithful friend, may every blessing be thine, "said Mrs. Seaford, with trembling lips, to which Captain Seaford, gently breathed, "Amen. "

On the inside of the cover of the butter tub was tacked this note:

"A load of coal for winter comfort will arrive this afternoon. I_couldn't_ bring it in the auto. John. "

"And see him make a joke by saying that he couldn't bring it in theauto!" said Captain Seaford, "and thus try to make light of hisgenerosity. He doesn't blind us to his great goodness, though. He'sone man of a thousand!"

In the auto the three playmates were gaily talking, singing snatchesof blithe little songs, as they sped along the beach, on the way toAvondale. 

"I've loved to be with you before this trip, " said Sprite, "butsometimes I've longed to see home, but now that I'm to go there everyfortnight I'll be gay, and happy all the time. Oh, Mr. Atherton, Ithank you for promising that!"

"And in return, little Sprite, I'll ask a favor, " he said. "Call me'Uncle John, ' just as Rose does, and Polly does the same. "

"Oh, I will, I _will_!" she cried. "I've always wanted to. "

"You will feel more at home with an uncle so near, " he said, gently. 

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Already the boys and girls of Avondale were talking of the opening ofschool. Of all the eager ones, Sprite Seaford was the most excited. Her mother's careful training had fitted her for a class among girlsof her own age, but she did not know that. 

She hoped that she might be in the class with Princess Polly, and Rose, but wherever her place in school might be, she was eager for the "firstday" to arrive. 

One morning Polly and Sprite were on the piazza, before breakfast, andafter pacing up and down for a while, they went down the steps, andaround behind the house to search for Sir Mortimer. 

"He's sometimes in under the bushes taking a nap, " said Polly, andthey crouched to look under the shrubbery. An ear-piercing screechmade them spring to their feet, and there, flying down the road, wasGyp, tearing along as if in fright, but what could so have startledwild, careless Gyp?

He did not stop running, nor did he slacken his pace, but lookingstraight ahead, as if not daring to look back, to learn if he werefollowed, he raced down the street, fear plainly showing in everymovement of his thin wiry legs. 

"What _could_ have frightened him?" Polly asked. Sprite could notguess. 

Now, slowly going over his beat a patrolman passed, walking along asif haste were a thing unheard of. 

"_That's_ what made him run!" cried Princess Polly. 

"What? The policeman!" cried Sprite. "Why he isn't chasing him. "

"Of course he isn't, " Polly replied, "but Gyp is so afraid of any oneof the policemen in this town, that he runs screaming just like thatthe minute he sees one. "

Together they watched, until Gyp was out of sight. 

"They say folks here in Avondale are going to _make_ Gyp go to school, "said Polly, "but I shouldn't think they could do it, and if they_could_, just think how he'd act!"

"I can't think, " said Sprite, her eyes dancing, "but I know I'll liketo watch him the first day. "

"We couldn't watch him if we wanted to because he wouldn't be in ourroom, " Polly said. 

"Well, then he'll be above us, because he's bigger than we are, " saidSprite. Polly laughed as she said;

"Oh, no he won't. He's _never_ been to school but a few months, as bigas he is. He'll be in some class below us. "

"Why, then he'll be with _little_ children, " said Sprite, "and won'the look funny when he's such a big boy?"

"Well, that's where he'll have to be, _if_ they can make him go!"

CHAPTER VI

A DELIGHTFUL CALL

One Saturday morning, Rose skipped along the sidewalk on the way toAunt Judith's cottage. Her cheeks were very pink, and her eyes werebright. 

Uncle John was to take her with him in the big automobile thatafternoon, and they were to call, he said, on a very dear friend ofhis. 

"Do I know her?" Rose had asked. 

"You _will_, when you see her, " was the laughing reply. 

"Is it some one I've seen?" she asked, her face alight with interest. 

"Yes, and no, " Uncle John said. 

"And that is all I'll tell you, " he continued, "because I'd like youto recognize her at once, without any hint from me. "

"And I'll enjoy the forenoon with Aunt Judith, " she said as she openedthe little gate. 

Aunt Judith, sitting by the window saw her coming, and hastened to thedoor. 

"I've been watching a half hour to see you push open the gate, andcome in, " she said. 

"Oh, Aunt Judith! I'm not late, " Rose said, "for look! I said I'd comeover here at nine, and it's just nine by your clock. "

"Dear child, you are very prompt, and the only reason that I satwatching is because I wanted to see you the moment you came in sight. Now take off your things, " she said, "and then we'll sit down, andtalk over the plans for our party. "

Rose was delighted. What little girl wouldn't be?

"First of all, dear, I had a great surprise this morning. A very greatsurprise, and your Uncle John Atherton gave it to me. "

"Oh, Uncle John is always doing something nice, for _somebody_!" criedRose. 

"I never knew how good, how kind he could be, " Aunt Judith said, brushing away a happy tear. "He came here one evening, and said he'dcome to cheer me, and he certainly succeeded. We talked a little while, and in his pleasant way he questioned me, trying to learn if I wasfeeling prosperous. I didn't like to tell him, but he _made_ me, andRose, my cellar is stocked with all the wood and coal that I could usethis Winter. There are winter vegetables, apples, two big hams, abarrel of flour, --Rose! I never felt so rich in all my life! Think ofit! Winter coming, and my cellar full!"

"Oh, Aunt Judith! Do you wonder that I love him?"

"Who could help it?" was the eager question, "And that's not all, forwith the idea that he hadn't done _enough_, this morning when I openedmy back door a neat looking little maid stood there. 

"I'm sent here, m'am, by your relative, Mr. Atherton, who says I'm towork for you until you get tired of me, which he says m'am, he hopeswon't be soon. "

"I was tired this morning and when I found a little maid engaged todo my work for me, I couldn't speak for a moment, because I was sofull of thanks, that they _almost_ choked me. "

"Now, you can stay in the dear little sitting-room, while the work inthe kitchen is being done for you. No wonder you feel rich, " criedRose. 

"And now, " said Aunt Judith, "we'll talk about the party. "

"Wait just a minute, 'til I get my little stool. There! _Now_ I'lllisten, and I'm _wild_ to hear. "

"I wish this party to be as nearly as possible like the one that Ienjoyed when I was little. First of all, I shall make some draperiesfor these windows of flowered chintz. I found a whole piece up in mystore room the other day, and its gay flowered pattern looked verylike the curtains in the home I so well remember. There are fine oldhand-made rugs in the store room. I've never cared for them, but nowI know that they will look right with the flowered chintz curtains. Now come and see what I have here in this little cupboard. "

"There! Won't these look bright and pretty on my mantel?" she asked. 

"Oh, lovely! Lovely!" cried Rose. "Where did you get them, and whatare they called?"

"They are called candelabra, and are really ornamental candlesticks. These clear, finely cut pendants of glass will catch and reflect light. We'll play old-fashioned games, we'll have an old-fashioned treat, andwe'll wear real old-time costumes. It will not be a grand party, butI believe the children will enjoy it, for it will, at least, bedifferent from any party that they have ever attended. "

Aunt Judith worked all the morning, stitching the hems for the chintzcurtains, and Rose pulled out the bastings, threaded needles, and inmany ways helped to make the pretty things for the little front parlor. 

"If it wasn't for school I could come again Monday and help you, " Rosesaid. 

"I shall easily do all that is needed, " Aunt Judith replied, "for nowI have a little maid, I have more time for myself, and she said shewould be pleased to help me decorate for the party. I think she reallywishes to have a part in the preparations. "

"You have beautiful old china, " said Rose, "and the boys and girlswill like the nice things served on such pretty plates. "

"Now, go into the next room, and see what I left hanging over a chair. You may try it on, and then come out here, and let me see you, " AuntJudith said. 

"What fun!" cried Rose, and she laughed gaily as she ran to "try on"the quaint costume. 

"Oh, the beautiful dress!" she said when she saw the dainty frock thatAunt Judith had chosen for her. She quickly removed her own dress, andsoon she was looking at her reflection in the mirror. She took thehand mirror, that she might see the back of the costume. 

The little maid peeped in. She, too, had been trying on the quaintdress that Aunt Judith intended her to wear. 

And when at last the little clock chimed the hour at which she hadpromised to leave the cottage that she might be at home to lunch withUncle John, she said "goodbye, " and ran down the path, her mind filledwith thoughts of the promised party, and of the delight of her playmateswhen they should be entertained by Aunt Judith, and for the first time, be a part of an old-fashioned party. 

Uncle John was on the broad piazza waiting for her, and together theywent in to lunch. Later, in the big automobile, they rode in a differentdirection from any that Rose had ever travelled over, and she lookedup at Uncle John, as if she were wondering if he had forgotten thatthere was a call to be made before they turn homeward. 

He turned to the right, and then, after a short ride, drove up a longprivate avenue bordered with odd, foreign-looking trees. Although thefoliage was gone, one could see by the form of the trunk and branchesthat they were not the trees usually seen at Avondale. The house, astately homestead, stood well back from the street, and the porch, with its colonial pillars, gave grandeur to the entrance. And whenthey were seated in the handsome parlor, Rose looked about her, andwondered who it might be that Uncle John had brought her to see. 

A slight sound, a rustling of silken drapery, and a young woman, lovelyas a vision, entered, offered her hand to Captain Atherton, and thenturning, she looked at the little girl whose brown eyes told ofadmiration. 

"And this, John, is Rose? Little Rose Atherton?"

"This truly is my little Rose. And now, Rose, this is Miss IrisVandmere, and I wish you two to be the best of friends. Tell me, doyou remember if you have ever met her, or seen her before to-day?"

"Oh, yes, _yes_!" cried Rose. "She is the lovely lady in the locketpicture, I _know_ she is!"

"I am, indeed, the girl in the locket miniature, and now, as you haveseen me before coming here, don't look upon me as a stranger. I wantyou to learn to like me, dear. "

There was pleading in the sweet voice, and Rose took the slender whitehand in hers. 

"I won't have to learn to _like_ you, because I _love_ you now. Anyonewould love you, you are so sweet, so bright to look at, " Rose said, and Iris bent her lovely head, and kissed the upturned face. 

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"Oh, Uncle John! There _never was_, there _never will be_ anyone sodear, so lovely, " sighed Rose, when they were once more in theautomobile. "See how sweet she looks, waving her hand to us! When willyou take me to her again?"

"Rose, little girl, you have pleased me to-day, and you shall oftengo with me to the beautiful old house, to see the beautiful girl wholives there. As I said this afternoon, I wish you to be the best offriends. "

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Of course the news of Aunt Judith's party flew through the neighborhood, and many were the questions that Rose was asked to answer. 

To each, she shook her curly head, and made the same reply. 

"Aunt Judith intends it to be quaint, and everything will beold-fashioned, and we are all to wear real old-time costumes, but thatis all I will tell you, because Aunt Judith wishes it to seem quaint, and a bit of a surprise when you come. It won't be any surprise at allif I tell you all about it now. "

"Don't you tell it, Rose, not even to me, " said Princess Polly. 

"Nor me!" cried Sprite. 

"If she's kind enough to plan a party for us children, we ought to lether have it just as she wishes it to be. "

Gyp sat upon the wall, listening to all that was being said. He wasfull of mischief, and often he had annoyed Aunt Judith with his pranks. 

"She's agoin' ter make a party fer 'em!" he said to himself. 

He still sat on the wall, swinging his skinny legs when those who hadstood talking of the event had walked together down the street. Pollyand Sprite had lagged behind to talk with Rose until a maid had calledto Polly that Mrs. Sherwood wished them to come in. 

Rose turned toward home, and was humming as she walked along, when sheheard her name called softly. 

She looked up and down the street. Then she saw Gyp. 

"Do you know who called me?" she asked. 

"Yep!" he answered, pertly. 

"Well, who did?" queried Rose. 

"I did, " he said, watching her closely. "I axed yer is she going terhave a _big_ party?"

"She can't. It would be too costly, and the cottage is too small, butshe is generous and kind to give us any party at all, and oh, Gyp!"she cried, moving nearer to him, "I _do_ wish you wouldn't tease her. "

Gyp wriggled. 

"She said she hated me!" he said. 

"Well, she _might_ have been angry, but she likes boys. I've heard hersay so, " Rose replied. 

"I ain't just a boy. I'm a _Gypsy_ boy. That's _different_. "

"Princess Polly is always kind to her, and I _know_ it would pleaseher if you stopped teasing Aunt Judith, " Rose said. 

That was just the thing to have said!

Gyp was determined to win Polly's approval at all costs. He sprangfrom the low wall, and rushed off to the old shanty that his familycalled "home. "

There he found an old basket, and rushing off into the heart of thewoods, he returned with a quantity of fine shellbarks that he hadgathered and hoarded. Two days before the party was to occur he obtaineda flour bag, no one knew how, emptied the basket of nuts into it, filling it about three-quarters full. 

Long and hard he labored over the note that he tied to the bag. Sneakingto the back door of the cottage, he dropped the bag on the upper step, gave a tremendous knock, and then raced off to the woods. 

Aunt Judith was more than half afraid to open the big bag, but finally, gathering courage, she cut the string, and then peeped in. 

The laboriously written note fell to the floor. She picked it up, andfor a moment, stared at it in great surprise. 

"Ter Missis Ant Joodith Im sory ive evir plagd yer an them nutts is4 yor party coss I want yer ter no I meen whut i say. Arftur this Iwil tri hard ter be yor frend, "Gyp. "

"Well, of all things!" she cried, when at last she had made sense outof the fearfully spelled note. 

"Poor, wild Gyp! Who ever dreamed that he had a heart or a conscience!Indeed he shall be my friend if that will keep him from annoying me, and perhaps I can find a way to befriend him. 

"Everyone is ready to lift a hand against him, so that there is nothingto tempt him to be really good, nor to encourage him to try. 

"Strange little Arab! I wonder what prompted him to give his store ofnuts to me, and really that fearfully spelled note has a bit ofsincerity in it. I must tell John Atherton about it. I'll keep thenote, and show it to him. "

Often she paused to take the note from its retreat behind the clock, read it, and replace it. She looked from the window whenever she passedit, but not a glimpse of Gyp did she obtain. 

She could not imagine what had caused the little imp to leave his giftof nuts at her door, or yet more wonderful, what had prompted him towrite his friendly little note. Its outrageous spelling was droll, butits kindly spirit was evident. He had attended school because he wascompelled to, but he had paid but little attention to his books. 

The note had kept him busy for fully a half hour, and he consideredit a fine specimen of letter writing when it was completed. 

He thought that few boys could have done better, and he felt that inwriting it, he had literally "covered himself with glory. "

CHAPTER VII

AUNT JUDITH'S PARTY

The flowered chintz draperies hung at the windows, the pink roses, andgreen leaves on its shiny surface looked fairly gaudy. The candlesdanced and flickered in the candelabra, evergreen framed every pictureon the walls. 

Aunt Judith's quaint sofa and chairs had always been covered withcrimson repp, and the color seemed brighter in the evening light. 

The old hand-made rugs looked quaint upon the floor, and the logs inthe grate burned gaily, as if anticipating the arrival of the littleguests. 

Of all the fine, quaint things in the room, Aunt Judith was surely thefinest, and the quaintest. Her gown was of old-time print, a whiteground upon which bouquets of pansies, purple and yellow, had beenfinely printed. Her black eyes were bright with excitement, and in herglossy black hair, she had placed an old silver comb. 

Her sleeves were elbow length, and she wore long black silk mitts. Shehad made her toilette with great care, and she now stood on the hearthrug, nervously opening and shutting a small folding fan. 

The little maid peeped in. 

"Please ma'am, I hear 'em comin', " she said. 

"Wait 'til they ring, and then answer the bell, " said Aunt Judith. 

The little maid looked very pretty, and she was delighted to be "incostume, " for the occasion. Her skirt, of heavy cotton, was white, with wide pink stripes. Her waist was blue with a large white kerchief, and on her flaxen head was a white cap with a frill that made her rosylittle face quite pleasing. 

Greta liked her new place. She liked her new mistress, too, and thework at the little cottage was light. 

Aunt Judith was a worker, and together they kept the pretty rooms inperfect order. 

The bell rang sharply, Greta opened the door, and the quaintest littlefigures that ever were seen came tripping into the hall. 

It was not to be a ceremonious affair, so Greta took their wraps atthe door, and they entered the little parlor to greet Aunt Judith. 

Princess Polly in crisp print, with yellow primroses on a white ground, a pale green kerchief, and yellow ribbons in her hair, was fair, andlovely to look upon. 

Rob Lindsey in brown homespun with a yellow vest, walked beside her, looking very like a lad of the olden time. 

Lena Lindsey, in a green and white striped gown, a wreath of whiteroses and green leaves in her hair, with Leslie Grafton in scarletlinen with white lace frills at her neck, and in her sleeves, were twoquaint lassies, and Harry Grafton in gray linen with huge white collar, and gaily flowered tie, made a trio that delighted Aunt Judith. 

She had asked Rose to come as a guest, instead of standing with herto receive. 

She had wished to see dear little Rose Atherton among her other guests, simply because she thus could see her more in the same way that shesaw the other children, and she wanted to judge if she looked likethat other little Rose Atherton who once had worn that same gown. 

Uncle John knew that it was to be a children's party, but he decidedto accept Aunt Judith's invitation to be present, and enjoy theirpleasure with her. 

Shouts of laughter greeted his costume! Knee breeches of yellow linen, a waistcoat of white linen damask, with lace frills on his bosom andat his wrists, together with a coat of flowered striped material, madehim look like some old portrait suddenly alive. 

Rose close beside him, in the pretty frock that Aunt Judith had loanedher, clung to his right arm as they entered together, little SpriteSeaford on his left. 

Her gown was one that her great grand aunt had once worn, and it wasmost becoming. Uncle John Atherton had especially asked her to go tothe party with Rose and himself. Her yellow hair was braided in twolong braids and crowned with a muslin cap. Her frock was blue, withwhite blossoms upon it, and from its belt hung a steel bead bag thatheld her handkerchief. 

Gwen was not invited. 

Aunt Judith detested her rude ways, and she would not choose a guestwho might spoil a pleasant evening by her bad behavior. 

A young friend of Uncle John's arrived a bit late, and surely hiscostume was the most unusual of any of the guests. Captain Athertonhad seen the little suit in an antique shop in England. He had purchasedit, believing that some such occasion as the present might occur, whenthe droll coat and trousers, the little waistcoat, and the comical capwould be just the thing for a slender lad to wear. Walter Langdon wasindeed a quaint figure, as, with Captain Atherton, he went forward togreet Aunt Judith, and be introduced to the other guests. 

His coat, a funny little "swallow tail, " was of yellow green, histrousers matched it, his waistcoat, or vest, was striped, lilac andwhite, and his cap, green like the suit, had a long tassel hangingdown on one side. His fair hair, in a soft bang, showed below the edgeof his cap, and his eyes, wide open and merry, appeared to be justready for a gay laugh. 

He knew that he looked absolutely comical, and he thought it great funto appear at the party in a costume that provoked laughter. He provedto be a bright, cheery boy, full of fun, and wit, and soon the otherboys and girls felt as if they had always known him. 

Uncle John wore a costume that had belonged to his great, great uncle, and he looked very handsome in it. He made them all laugh by sayingthat he wished that his ancestor had been just a wee bit larger, becausethen the suit would have been somewhat easier, instead of such a _closefit_. 

But while he seemed pleased with all of his new friends, it was RoseAtherton whom Walter liked best of all. 

"And now, " said Aunt Judith, "I've tried to make this party a trulyold-fashioned one, and what do you say to playing some veryold-fashioned games?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" they cried. "What shall we play first?"

"Blind Man's Buff, " cried Uncle John, "and I'll blind first. Here, Rose! Tie this handkerchief over my eyes!"

Rose tied the handkerchief, and then the fun began. 

"He's peeking!" cried Walter, "so he can be sure to catch Rose. "

"I'm not peeking. Honest _Injun_!" declared Uncle John, exactly as hehad heard the boys say it. 

"Catch _me_!" cried Leslie, at the same time dodging him, and he graspedempty air. 

"And _me_!" cried Lena, just behind him, springing past him as heturned. 

Sprite made no sound as she tried to pass him, but was just a bit tooslow, and he caught her. 

"Ah, I know who I've found!" he cried, "because no other little girlbut Sprite has such long, silken braids. "

He lifted the handkerchief, and laughed to see her blushing cheeks. 

It was now Sprite's turn. Slowly she advanced, her pretty handsoutstretched, and oddly enough she at once caught Lena Lindsey. Herlittle face was puzzled, and earnest, as she felt of the hair, thecap, and the gown. Then, in an instant, she passed her slender fingersover the chin. 

She laughed merrily. 

"It's Lena!" she cried gaily, "for it is Lena who has a deep dimplein her chin!"

Each took his turn at being blindfolded, and then "Post office" wasannounced. 

Polly received a great batch of letters, and it was Rob, of course, who "_mailed_" them. Polly sent five "letters" to Rose, Rose had tenfor Uncle John, Uncle John had two for Aunt Judith, who protestedthat she was "not a child. "

"Neither am I, " he said. 

Aunt Judith chose little Sprite, then Sprite chose Harry Grafton. Harryhad five letters for Polly, and Polly had one for Walter, who declaredthat he _found two_!

"Copenhagen" was the next, and "Pillow" was the next. 

Princess Polly, Rose and Sprite were the most favored of all the littlelassies, and it would have been hard to say which of the three was themost popular. 

They were now a bit tired, and while they were resting, Aunt Judithtold a long story of a most exciting sleighing party that she onceexperienced, when the horses became frightened, and went plunging overthe snow covered fields, having left the roadway far behind. 

Then Uncle John matched it with a vivid tale of an encounter with avessel manned by ocean outlaws. The children held their breath, andthey felt very warm and cosey and secure, as they sat watching thedancing flames, and listening to tales of adventure. 

"Now let us all enjoy a simple, old-time treat, " said Aunt Judith. Shetapped a tiny silver bell, and the pretty maid in her striped gown andkerchief appeared with a tray on which were little sandwiches cut infancy shapes, and filled with chicken, others filled with lettuce, andyet others with chopped nuts. Gyp did not dream that nuts were everserved thus. 

There were plates of dainty cakes, and tiny wine glasses filled to thebrim with delicious raspberry shrub. How the children enjoyed thesimple treat!

The sandwiches and cakes disappeared like magic, and the wee wineglasses were filled again and again with the spiced raspberry juice. 

Greta piled her tray with an extra supply, and returned to the parlor, where the children were chattering like sparrows while they enjoyedthe treat. 

"I think this is a lovely party, " said Princess Polly. 

"So do I!" cried the others, as if with one voice. 

"I think these are the nicest boys and girls I ever met, " said Walter, adding, "_especially_ the girls. "

His merry gray eyes were laughing, and Uncle John said, as he lookedat the eager, boyish face:

"You shall come often to my home here at Avondale, and become evenbetter acquainted with my young friends, and neighbors. "

"I'd like to, sir, " Walter replied, "for I want them to be _my_friends. "

"We _will_! We _will_!" cried an eager chorus. 

It was later than they dreamed when the clock chimed the hour, andthey took leave of Aunt Judith telling her how quaint and delightfulthe party had been, and how truly they had enjoyed the evening. CaptainAtherton took the entire party under his protection, and they walkedhome together, talking all the way of the kindness of Aunt Judith inplanning the pleasure for them. 

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Very early next morning an impish figure sat astride the old woodenpump that stood near the door of the cottage. 

He seemed to have no interest in anything save that door, and he satvery still, his eyes riveted upon it. 

The old pump had not been used in years, but it served for a finepedestal for Gyp. 

At last he heard the key turn in the lock, and he was all attention. 

The little maid opened it, and took in the milk jar. 

"Where's _her_?" he demanded. "I want ter see _her_!"

Greta nodded, and ran in to call Aunt Judith. 

"There's the queerest looking boy sitting out on top of the old woodenpump, and he says he wants to see you, " said Greta. 

Half guessing who it was, for what other boy would make an early morningcall, and choose so odd a seat while he waited, Aunt Judith went tothe door, and looked out. 

"Did you wish to see me?" she asked with a pleasant smile, but Gyp hadapparently forgotten what he had intended to say. 

"The nuts were fine, " Aunt Judith said, "and I want to thank you forthem. "

"_That's_ what I came fer. I wanted ter know if them nuts was anygood?"

"They were very nice indeed, and Gyp, I'll give you something thatwill show you just what I did with them. Wait a moment. "

Gyp waited, wondering if he had quite understood her. Who had evergiven him anything?

Aunt Judith came to the door with a plate of sandwiches. 

"There, Gyp, " she said, "those sandwiches on that side of the plateare chicken but these on this side are filled with some of your nuts. "

"Oh, who ever heard of bread stuffed with nuts!" he cried. "They're_great_!" he cried a moment later, "but I don't want the plate. Wetake what we eat in our _hands_ at home. "

He suited the action to the words, for although the sandwiches weresmall, he managed to grasp one with both hands, demonstrating that itcould be done. 

"That was a kind little note that you sent with the bag of nuts, " AuntJudith said, "and since you've promised to be _my_ friend, Gyp, Ipromise to be _yours_. "

"All right!" cried Gyp, "when does it begin?'

"What?" she asked in surprise. 

"Why, _us_ bein' friends, " said Gyp. 

"_Now_, Gyp, my boy. _Now_!" said Aunt Judith. "Come in and we'll talkit over. "

"Oo-o-o! Not now!" cried Gyp, "but to-night, if I darest ter, I'lldress up, and come. "

He slid down from the tall old wooden pump, gave three wild hops, andthen raced off across the field toward the old shed-like building thathe called home. 

She watched his flying figure from the doorway, and as he disappearedbehind a clump of bushes, she turned, and closed the door. 

"Strange, wild little fellow!" she said. "I wonder if he'll come!" Andwhen night came, she found herself listening for the sound of a quickstep. 

At last it came, and quickly Aunt Judith opened the door. Gyp walkedin very meekly, and sat on the edge of a chair seat, his old hat inhis hands. His hair was painfully smooth, and he wore a bright stripedshirt, an old red tie, and while his suit could hardly be called"dressy, " it certainly showed that the boy had brushed it, and thathe had tried to improve his appearance. 

At school he had learned that he must remove his hat when he entereda room, a fact that had greatly surprised him, but he had rememberedit. 

Aunt Judith felt that she must work carefully, lest Gyp be seized withfear, and bolt for the door, and freedom. 

Gently she told him how, by doing his best, he would find friends whowould deal kindly with him. That he might have friends if he chose, and that he could, by good behavior, force them to respect him. 

"I will be your friend, " she said, "and Gyp, let me prove it. Rosetells me that you find your lessons hard to master. Bring them to meevenings, and I will help you with them. You may come Wednesday, andSaturday evenings, and perhaps you can win promotion, so as to climbsteadily up to a class of your own age. "

"Do you think I _could?_" he asked. "Would they _let_ me?"

"_Make_ them do it, Gyp. You're smart enough. Come! What do you say?Let's try, " Aunt Judith said. 

"I'll do it, " he said, "and if you help me, maybe I can get out ofthat class. They laugh at me, and it makes me mad to be called 'baby. '"

"Come over here with your books Saturday evening, and we'll see whatwe two can do, " was the earnest reply. 

CHAPTER VIII

GYP'S AMBITION

Gyp sauntered along on the way to school, a thoughtful expressionmaking his face less reckless than usual. 

"Looks 's if 'twould pay ter be decent, " he said, half aloud. 

He was very quiet, and the teacher questioned if he were planningmischief. The little pupils watched him, and wondered when hisrestlessness would begin. 

His teacher wondered, too, but Gyp kept his eyes on his book, andappeared not to know that he was being watched. 

For the first time since he had been forced to attend school, he hada perfect spelling lesson. 

He stumbled over every long word in the reading lesson, however, andthe problems in arithmetic puzzled him completely. 

If the arithmetic had seemed easier he might not have appealed sopromptly to Aunt Judith for aid, but the young teacher was unable tomake it clear to him, and when evening came, he raced across the fields, his book under his arm, and tapped at her door. 

"Ah, you've come, Gyp!" she said, smiling at him encouragingly, "Ihoped you would. "

"You said Wednesday and Saturday, an' this is only Tuesday, but I can'tget my lesson for termorrer 'less someone helps me, " he said. 

"There is no reason why you may not stay to-night, " Aunt Judith said, kindly, "and now tell me what it was that made the arithmetic so hardtoday. "

"She asked me if I had ten pears, and I wanted to keep one for myself, and divide the others between two of my friends, how many would I giveeach, and I told her I'd keep more than one for myself, and I didn'tknow two _anybodies_ I'd want to give the others to, and then they alllaughed. I don't see why. "

Aunt Judith was trying not to laugh as heartily as the little pupilswhose merriment had so annoyed Gyp. 

"And the next thing she asked was about dividing pears, too. Don'tfolks divide anything but _pears_? They don't in the arithmetic!"

"Oh, Gyp, Gyp!" cried Aunt Judith, and the puzzled boy laughed withher, because he could not help it. 

He did not mind her laughter. Indeed, he already felt better acquaintedwith her, because they had laughed together. The laughter of the littlepupils had maddened him, but that was different. 

"_They_ laughed _at_ me, but _you_ laugh _with_ me, " he said, withquick understanding. 

"And I'll _work_ with you, Gyp, " was the pleasant answer, and the boyat once opened his book. 

When Gyp took his cap and started for home, after two hours spent atthe cottage, he had a better understanding of figures, and their use, and the actual worth of arithmetic, than he had obtained, thus far, in his daily attendance at school. 

"Why, Gyp, " Aunt Judith had said, in reply to his statement that he"didn't see any use for arithmetic, " "you mustn't grow to manhood withno knowledge of arithmetic, or knowledge of figures, or how to reckon. When you go to work you will need this knowledge. There are few thingsthat you can do that will not be easier, or better done, and perhapsbe better paid for if you are 'quick at figures. ' You must not alwayslive like a gypsy. You must learn all you can while you are at school, and then you must work, and earn, and try to be a good, and usefulman. You _can_, I know, if you _try_. "

Gyp thought of Aunt Judith's words as he lay on his rude bed thatnight. 

"She said I needn't always live like a gypsy, " he murmured. "She saidI could learn, and then some time I could earn. "

He lay a long time, wide awake, repeating Aunt Judith's words of cheer, and each time that he whispered them, he grew braver, and moredetermined. 

"They've always said, 'Oh, he's only a gypsy, ' but I'll learn, andI'll earn, and I'll do something. I don't know what, but I'll dosomething, see 'f I don't!"

There was no one to dispute his statement, and he dropped to sleep, and dreamed of doing great deeds. 

Ever since he could remember, he had heard the boys of Avondale speakas if he were a gypsy, and as if that fact explained every bit ofmischief that he did. He had always felt that, being a gypsy, therewas no chance for him in any walk of life, and that, therefore, therewas simply no use to try. 

Now a new light had dawned, and with it came hope, cheer, determination, to succeed. 

"I'll do it, " he murmured in his sleep. 

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Soon it was whispered that Gyp was working hard at school for promotion, and when he took his place in a class higher, he held his head high, and bravely worked at his lessons. Aunt Judith stood by him, andWednesday and Saturday evenings, rain or shine, he spent at her littlehome, working with all his might to improve. 

In the middle of the term, because of extra work that he had done underher instruction, he was again promoted. 

He was steadily "catching up" with the boys of his own age. Those boyshad now ceased to laugh at Gyp. He was winning their respect. 

Sprite Seaford was another pupil who was working faithfully. She knewthat her dear father and mother had made a great sacrifice when theyhad decided to live through the Fall, the Winter and, the Spring inthe old house on the shore, without the little daughter, whose facewas like sunshine, whose voice was music in the home. 

There were times when Sprite was homesick, but those were the rareoccasions when she chanced to be alone. Just now she was very happy. The weather was mild. All snow had vanished beneath the warm rays ofthe sun, and she ran out to know if it were really as warm as it looked. The tall evergreen trees and hedges shone dark against the sky, andSprite stood looking at them. She had taken part in a little play onthe week before, and some of the lines now flitted through her mind, and she lifted her pretty arms in graceful gesture. With the dark treesand low shrubbery behind her, she recited the lines with appropriategesture, and telling effect. 

Six small girls had taken part in the little play, and each had beenchosen by Miss Kenyon, because of her talent for speaking. Sprite, with her long, golden hair, and her slender figure, had been cast forthe fairy queen, whose delight it was to grant the wishes of all goodchildren. 

Now she stepped out into an open space, the beautiful garden makinga lovely background for her figure. Gracefully she stood as she reciteda verse that had been a part of the fairy play. 

 "If you're striving to excel, And your very best you do, You shall be rewarded well; I will make your wish come true. "

A dark figure crouched behind a clump of underbrush that the gardenerhad thought too pretty to cut down. 

Through snow and ice the red leaves had clung to the little scrub oak, and now that a mild day had come, the leaves looked very bright as thesun lay on them. 

The figure hiding there was Gyp, and his eyes grew brighter as he heardthe little verse. 

He stirred uneasily. 

Sprite, believing herself to be alone, repeated the verse with evengreater spirit than before, and as she spoke the last line, Gyp sprangto his feet. 

"I will make your wish come true, " said Sprite, whereat Gyp sprangfrom his hiding-place, crying:

"Oh, _will_ yer? _Will_ yer? _Are_ ye a fairy? _Kin_ yer grant mywish?"

All the superstition of his race showed in his eager face. 

Sprite seemed neither afraid nor startled, nor was she annoyed at theinterruption. For, a second she looked in gentle surprise at the boy'sdark, eager face. 

Then a look of pity made her eyes very soft. 

"Oh, Gyp!" she cried, "what is the wish you want granted? I'm not afairy, so of course I can't grant it, but, --Oh, Gyp! I'm awfully sorry. Tell me what the wish is! Sometimes it helps to tell. "

Pityingly, and more like a little woman than like the child that shewas, she spoke to comfort him. 

For a moment he felt abashed that he had so plainly shown the longingin his heart, then as she asked again, he cried:

"I want to be _someone_. I want a chance to be _something_ besidesGyp, the gypsy boy. "

"Oh, then that's almost granted _now_!" she cried in quick relief, "because I heard the teacher say, the other day:

"'That boy will get there! That boy will be someone worth while, andI mean to help him. '"

"Did she say _that_?" cried Gyp, his eyes showing how little he dreamedthat the work that he was doing was being noticed. 

"She truly did, " said Sprite, "so while I couldn't grant your wish, I _could_ tell you that it would come true, and I'm glad of that. "

"So'm I, " agreed Gyp, "but don't yer tell any of the others that Ithought yer was a fairy, will yer?"

She promised faithfully, and when he had thanked her for what she hadtold him, and for the promise that she had just made, he turned and, as usual, ran off to the woods. 

Sprite stood watching him as he ran, like the wind across the fields, and even as she looked he turned, paused a moment, and waved his handto the little waiting figure. 

Quickly she lifted hers, and returned his salute. 

He stood just a second, waved his hand again, and then plunged intothe thicket. 

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When he entered the old shack that he called "home, " he found hismother stirring a steaming mass that nearly filled the huge iron kettlethat stood on the rusty stove. 

His small brothers and sisters formed a half circle around her, watchingevery movement that helped to prepare the dinner. They were all muchyounger than Gyp, and only one, a girl, was yet of school age. 

"They'll be comin' after yer ter make me let ye go ter school same'sGyp, " the woman was saying, as the boy opened the door, "but I needye ter home this Winter ter help me, sure's my name is Gifford. "

"_Is_ yer name Gifford?" Gyp asked in surprise. 

"Of course 'tis, Gyp. Why d'ye ask? Ain't ye never heard that before?"she asked, sharply. 

"Never heard us folks called anything but gypsies, " he replied. 

"Well, how could ye? Don't no one never come here, " his mother said, with fearful disregard of grammar. 

"Then why isn't _my_ name Gifford, too?" he persisted. 

"Wal, _'tis_. Ye was named John, John Gifford, but ye couldn't seemter say that in yer baby days, so ye left off the 'John, ' and called, 'Gifford, ' 'Gyp, ' an' 'Gyp' it has been ever since. Don't they callye that at school? I told the ol' feller what come ter say ye must'tend school that that was yer name. "

Gyp did not reply. 

He thought best to be silent, and picking up one of his books, hestudied until dinner was ready. 

No time was wasted in serving. A very small low table was dragged tothe center of the floor, the kettle was placed upon it, and then, ahungry circle, they swarmed around it. 

The soup was very hot, but each was provided with a long slice ofbread, and these they dipped into the soup, blowing it for a moment, and then eating it ravenously. 

Gyp ate, as the others did. What else could he do? He had caughtglimpses, now and then, of a better way of living, and in his hearthe thought;

"I will not always live like a gypsy. "

His teacher had called him "Gyp" as others did. 

The next day, he appeared very early at school, and astonished her byasking shyly if she would call him, by his name, "John. "

"Certainly, if you wish it, " she said. 

"I thought you liked to be called Gyp, and would feel more at home ifI called you that. "

"That's _just_ it!" he cried, in quick anger, "I _would_ 'feel at home'with that old name, but I don't want to '_feel at home_. ' I'll not_always_ live like a gypsy, and I want a decent name, like other boys!"

"That's _right_, Gyp, no _John_!" she said, and both smiled to see howdifficult it was to remember the new name. 

"You can be so good and useful that every man, woman and child inAvondale will be forced to respect the name of John Gifford. I willspeak of this to the pupils, and now that they all see how hard youare trying to gain knowledge, I think they will be willing to call youby the name that is really yours. Remember this, however. Don't beoffended if sometimes we forget, and call you 'Gyp. ' It may mean onlythat we remember the boy who, while still thus addressed, madepersistent effort to improve. "

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There was great excitement one Wednesday morning when dainty invitationswere received by all the boys and girls who usually played together, requesting the pleasure of their company two weeks from that night, at the home of John Atherton. 

"Festivities to commence at eight, " was inscribed in gold letters atthe bottom of the page. 

"Oh, Rose, I ought not to ask, " said Princess Polly, "and I won't ask_what_ the festivities are to be, but I'll ask you if you know?'

"Not the least thing, " Rose replied, "and when I asked Uncle John, heonly laughed, and said that was his little secret, so we'll have towait 'til the night of the party to know what he has planned. The onlything that he has told me is that on the night of the party, Spriteis to remain at our house and that will be the first night of her visitwith us. "

"I know that, " Princess Polly said, "because he told papa that thetime for Sprite to be with him was close at hand, and papa said thathe knew that we had had our share of her visit, but she has been sosweet, so dear, that we'd never be ready to let her go. "

"That's just the reason we want her, for truly, Princess Polly, nextto you, Sprite is the sweetest girl I know. There's no girl quite sodear as you, Polly, but surely Sprite comes the very next, " Rose said. 

CHAPTER IX

A JOLLY TIME

Gwen Harcourt felt that in leaving school at Avondale, and enteringa small private school in the next town she was really doing somethingquite fine. 

To be sure, the little school was not much of a school. Rather itshould have been called a private _class_, and the little pupils metat the home of a young woman who was far from well equipped for thetask of directing their studies, or training their minds. 

She had acquired a fair education, but so little governing power hadshe that the pupils did about as they chose, and that Gwen consideredthe most charming fact regarding the class. 

She thought it very smart to go over to the station, walk up and downthe platform waiting for the train, and then, seated in the car, offerher ticket to the conductor when he came down the aisle. 

"The Avondale girls and boys just walk to school, but I have to takea train!" she said to herself one morning, as she hurried toward thestation. 

One might have thought it a _convenience_ to live at a distance fromthe school. The next town was a mile from Avondale, and Gwen thoughtit very daring to take the trip alone. 

"It makes me sick to listen when Gwen Harcourt is talking about goingto school, " said Rob. "She thinks it a great thing to ride a mile! Ifshe had to ride twenty-five miles, she'd feel so big that Avondalewould not be big enough to hold her. "

Rob Lindsey had met Gwen near the station, and she had looked at himas sharply as if she had not seen him for a year. 

"Do you _still_ go to school at Avondale?" she asked. 

"Why, yes, " Rob said. "Did you think we commenced to stay at home when_you_ left?"

"Well, I wouldn't go back there for anything!" declared Gwen. "My mammacalls me a very wonderful child, and when she told my new teacher that, she said to mamma; 'I know she's an unusual child. I can see that ata glance. '"

"Perhaps she'd call _me_ wonderful if I engaged her to do so. I mighttell her to just look at me and say if she'd give me a prize. "

Lena laughed at Rob's disgust. 

"I wonder if she will think any parties that are given at Avondale aretoo _near_ to be interesting?" she said. 

"I wouldn't risk inviting her if I didn't want her to accept, " Robreplied as he picked up his books and turned toward the door. 

"Oh, say, Lena!" he cried, "I just happened to think of CaptainAtherton's party. Do you suppose Gwen is invited?"

"Why, Rob! What a question! Captain Atherton wouldn't slight any childin this neighborhood. Of course Gwen will be invited, " Lena said. 

"Then she'll be there, " cried Rob. "She couldn't stay away. "

Lena was a little late in preparing for school, and as she ran downthe walk, she saw Leslie Grafton just ahead of her, hurrying down theavenue. 

"Leslie!" she cried, and Leslie turned a laughing face toward her. 

"Come on!" she cried, "I can't wait. Catch up with me, Lena. I wantto ask you something. "

Lena was swift footed, and soon they were running along together. 

They were just in time to avoid being late, and as they entered, Lesliewhispered:

"I'll ask the question at recess. "

It happened that at recess, everyone was ready to ask the same question. 

"Does anyone know what the 'festivities' are to be at Captain Atherton'sparty?"

That was the question that each asked the other, but while all askedthe question, no one could answer it, and Harry Grafton laughed as hesaid;

"We'll have to wait 'til the evening of the party, and we might aswell wait patiently. "

"Rose won't tell us, " Lena said, reaching to give one of Rose's browncurls just a little "tweak. "

"At first when you asked me, I said I didn't know, " said Rose, "butnow I'll have to say that I know all of Uncle John's plans for theparty, but I won't tell. "

"And Sprite knows something about it, for see! She's laughing now, "said Rob. 

"Like Rose I know, but won't tell, " Sprite said. 

"I won't tease then, " said Princess Polly, "because they ought not totell, and I don't _really_ want them to. I'd like to know now, but I'drather have it a surprise when the evening comes. "

"Polly is right, as usual, " said Rob Lindsey, to which Harry Graftonreplied in a teasing voice:

"Does anyone believe that Rob would say that _anything_ that Pollydoes is _anything_ but right?"

"Quit teasing, " cried Rob, "or I'll return the favor. "

Harry at once became silent, and the others laughed, for it was wellknown that he admired Rose, and that he did not like to be teased. 

On the evening of the party the little guests arrived promptly. "Festivities to commence at eight, " the invitations had said, and therewas not a boy or girl who cared to miss any of the pleasures offered. 

Captain Atherton's new home was a blaze of light, and every room wasdecorated with a wealth of greenery, and glowing blossoms. 

Mimic butterflies hovered among the flowers, and soft music soundedthrough the halls. Silvery bells were vying with the triangle inproducing tinkling tones that chimed in sweet accord with the melodythat the strings were playing. 

At one end of the spacious parlor a tiny grove of palms and tall shrubslooked as if transplanted from out of doors. 

Captain Atherton, tall and handsome, greeted his little friends gaily, and when all had arrived, he led them toward the grove. 

"Wait here a moment, " he said, "and see what happens. This is anenchanted grove, and a sweet enchantress is in hiding here. 

 "Come forth, oh lady fair, Dear spirit of the air, We long to see thy face, Thy form of airy grace. Some things we long to know Thou well can'st tell, I trow. "

For a moment not a sound save the soft music was heard. Then, --arustling as of silken draperies, or like wind among the leaves, andthe branches parted, and Iris Vandmere, radiant, smiling, extended herpretty hands in greeting. Clad in softest silk gauze in lilac, andivory white, she suggested the blossom for which she was named. Likea fair iris bloom she appeared, diamonds on her neck and in her hairrepresenting dewdrops. 

 "Dearest friends, I heard you call, I have come to greet you all. I am now your fairy queen, And, beneath these branches green, I will grant, to each of you That your dearest wish come true. "

"Oh-o-o-o!" came like a sigh of delight from the excited children asthey gazed at the lovely figure. 

Each had a wish, and wisely she answered, for Iris was as quick wittedas she was beautiful. 

"I wish I could make everyone happy, " said Princess Polly. 

"Be as loving and kind as I am told you now are, and your wish willcome true, " said Queen Iris. 

"I'd like to do something _very_ nice for father and mother that wouldbe a sweet surprise, " said Sprite. "I _wish_ I knew what to do. "

"Your wish is granted, " said Iris. She wrote a few words on a slip ofpink paper. 

"Look at this to-morrow morning and you will know just what to do, "she said as she placed the tiny folded paper in Sprite's hand. 

In the same sweet manner Iris contrived to grant the wishes of all. 

Gwen held back. 

"Have you no wish?" Iris asked kindly, and Gwen hesitated, then shesaid;

"_Yes_. I want to be admired _all_ the time and _everywhere_. "

Iris looked searchingly at the pretty, but pert face. Then she said;

"Be kind, be good, be sweet, be true, and all the world shall smileon you. "

"Oh, I don't mean _that_ way!" said Gwen in disgust. 

"If you do as I tell you, you will be beautiful, " said Iris. 

"Why, I'm beautiful _now_! My mamma says so!" cried Gwen. The childrenstared in amazement at the child who could make such a silly speech. 

For a second no one spoke. To relieve the situation, Captain Athertonspoke. 

"I think Queen Iris has granted your wishes most wisely. Now, let mepresent to you the little Goddess of Plenty. "

He drew aside a brocade hanging and disclosed a huge half blown rose. 

Its large petals commenced to open, and from its center sprang RoseAtherton, a "horn of plenty" in her hands, filled with bonbons. Laughinggaily, she lifted her hands filled with bonbons and tossed them intothe center of the room. 

Many of them were caught, so that few fell to the floor. Wrapped intinsel, they shone like stars as they caught the light, and the boysand girls vied with each other, laughing as they tried to see whichwould be lucky, and secure the largest number. 

When the gilded horn was empty, Rose ran to where a giant scallop shellwas standing. It was formed of papier-mache, and decorated to looklike the texture of a shell. 

"Guess what's in this!" she said, looking over her shoulder to laughat them. 

"Oh, is it Sprite?" Princess Polly asked eagerly. "You were in the bigrose. Is Sprite in the beautiful shell?"

Rose lightly touched the top edge of the shell. 

It opened wide, and there, sure enough sat Sprite all clad in softflesh pink gauze and coral, coral everywhere. 

Strings of coral beads held her golden hair in place, hung from herneck and arms, encircled her slender waist. 

She extended her arms, and then as the musicians played a littleprelude, she commenced to sing. 

 "I've lovely gifts for my dearest friends I've something for each of you, I've coral beads for the girls so fair, I've scarfpins, dear boys, for you. And always we will remember this, That a gift has a value true, But better far, than the finest gift Is the love that we give to you. "

"Oh, Sprite, dear Sprite!" they cried, as they thronged around her toaccept the beautiful coral. The girls gaily clasped the necklaces, andquite as eagerly, the boys accepted the pretty scarf pins. 

"Now, we'll have some magic!" Captain Atherton said, "and let us allbe seated here at this end of the parlor. "

Quickly they turned to do as he said, and to their surprise, they foundthat while Iris, and Rose, and Sprite had been entertaining them, thehousekeeper had arranged the seats in rows, as if at a private theatre. 

They were soon seated, the musicians began to play some merry music, and then two slender nimble fellows, all silk tights, and spangles, ran in and began to balance great gilded balls on the tips of tinywands. 

Then they spun plates on those same slender wands, they brought a hugeglobe, and walked upon it, rolling it, by treading it, quite acrossthat end of the room. They did clever tricks that made the childrenlaugh, and at last, they rolled themselves up like balls, and rolledright out of the room!

The children cheered, and generously applauded, whereupon the twoperformers came back and repeated the last part of their act. 

The housekeeper now appeared, gowned in black silk, with a fine whitemuslin cap, and apron. 

"Will all these little friends, led by Captain Atherton, and MissVandmere, march out to the dining-room for refreshments?" she asked, and the eager little friends waited for no urging. A spread had beenprepared especially suitable for a cold, wintry night, and how theydid enjoy it!

Hot chicken boullion, wee, hot chicken pies in the dearest little roundnappies, ice cream in lovely shapes, and hot chocolate with whippedcream. Oh, but nothing could have been chosen that would have been sodelicious for a treat to be enjoyed on a frosty evening!

"Let us crack this huge nut, " said Captain Atherton, and suiting theaction to the word, he hit the big nut that lay upon a salver in thecenter of the table. 

With a "crack" like a toy pistol it opened, proving itself to be filledwith nuts of the usual size. 

Then what fun they had trying to open their nuts! Some were chocolatenuts, with nut meats inside, while others were real nut shells filledwith bonbons. 

After the good things had been enjoyed, they hastened back to the largedrawing-room, where they danced to the merry music. 

It was an evening of fun and frolic, and when, in the midst of theirfun, they noticed that bright, handsome Uncle John Atherton was dancingwith Miss Iris Vandmere, they slyly formed a laughing ring around themand danced, and sang to their hearts' content. 

It had been a bright, merry evening, and when the boys and girls toldCaptain Atherton how he had delighted them, he said, heartily:

"I have been very happy this evening, and if it is possible that youhave been even _half_ as happy as I have been, I shall feel well repaidfor having given this party. "

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Lessons were rather neglected next morning, for who could enjoy suchan evening of rare delight, and so soon forget to think of its manypleasures? More than once the teacher had to speak rather sharplybecause she realized that their minds were upon something that hadnothing to do with their lessons. 

Many were the notes that were written, and exchanged, and when, atlast, school was out, they walked along the avenue, their arms abouteach other's waists, and all the way they talked about the party ofthe night before. 

"Oh, Sprite! You did your part well!" said Harry Grafton. 

"And you looked just like a sea fairy!" said Lena Lindsey. 

"I mean always to keep my lovely necklace, " said Princess Polly, "andlet's every one of us keep the pretty coral gifts to help us to rememberthe fine party that we so enjoyed. "

"We'd never forget it, " said Leslie, "but we'll all want to keep thedainty corals. "

"And wasn't Miss Vandmere beautiful when she came to grant our wishes?"Rose asked. "Already I love her. "

"_Already_?" Rob said, and his voice bespoke a question. 

"Why, yes, " Rose said, "already. "

"That sounds odd, and queer, " objected Gwen. "Why don't you tell usjust what you mean?" but Rose chose not to reply. 

She only laughed and shook her head. 

CHAPTER X

A HOLIDAY PARTY

Sprite could not wait to dress on the morning after the party. Softlyshe crept across the floor to the chair over which she had hung herfrock. 

From the folds of its girdle she drew the tinted paper, and openingit she read: "Captain Atherton is to offer a prize to the boy or girlwho has highest rank at Christmas time. Try for it, and I believe thatyou will obtain it. Will not that delight your dear father and mother?"

"I _will_ try!" she whispered, "and oh, if it is possible, I'll getit, just to repay them for letting me have this lovely Winter. I wonderif it is to be a medal!"

It was her first morning at the home of John Atherton, and as shelooked around the pretty chamber, she knew that she could be very happythere. 

She had enjoyed her stay at Sherwood Hall. 

Now commenced another visit with dear Rose Atherton as her companion, and Sprite wondered why such great good fortune had been given her. 

Once she had been a dear little lass by the sea, with two lovingparents, but no playmates. Now, she had Princess Polly, and Rose, beside ever so many little schoolmates, and she was being cared forby Mr. And Mrs. Sherwood, and Captain Atherton, who had asked her tocall him, "Uncle John. "

"I'm having so much pleasure, " she whispered, "that I want to sendsome down to the 'Mermaid's Cave. ' I'll begin _to-day_ to work for theprize!"

She seemed unusually quiet at breakfast, and Uncle John wondered ifshe were tired from the excitement of the night before, or if she werea bit homesick. 

Gently he questioned her, and she laughed so gaily that at once hisfears were allayed. 

"I'm not tired, and not a bit homesick, " she said, "but I've beenthinking that I mustn't waste one single minute before Christmas. Imean to win that prize, and to do that I'll have to work very hard. "

"Why, Sprite!" cried Rose, "you've been working hard ever since schoolopened. "

"I have, " she said quietly, "but I'll have to work harder still, andI'm willing to, if I have to work day and evening. "

"Oh, Uncle John!" cried Rose, "she won't have to do that. Her lessonsare _almost_ perfect now. A little more study, and she will easily beat the head of the class. "

It was announced that day at school that Captain John Atherton hadoffered a prize for the best average, and Sprite gasped when the teachersaid;

"The prize is well worth working for. It is a large prize for any boyor girl to win. It is fifty dollars in gold! Now work for it! You willall gain by trying, for while but one can win the prize, every scholarwho works for it, has higher scholarship, and has acquired moreknowledge than if he had not entered the competition. "

The pupils were greatly interested, and it was evident that manyintended to strive for the prize. Harry Grafton, on the way home fromschool, turned quickly to look at Rob as he asked;

"What's Gwen Harcourt doing these days?"

"I've no idea, " Rob answered in a careless manner, and if he had spokenhis thoughts, he would have said that he did not greatly care. 

"Well, she's not going to school, and what is queerer than that, sheisn't coming over here to tell us all about it, " Harry said. 

There were other matters of greater interest to be talked of, and thetwo boys soon forgot Gwen. 

Gwen Harcourt never allowed herself to be long forgotten, and onebright afternoon, she decided to run off by herself and have a littlefun of the kind that she liked best. 

She stopped first at Aunt Judith's cottage. 

She could not have told why she chose first to call there. Aunt Judithand the little maid had gone down to the parsonage for a call, andGwen knocked until she was tired, then paused on the step, trying todecide where next she would call. 

"Stupid that everyone is in school, and won't be out for an hour!" shesaid. 

Then her eyes brightened. 

"I know where I'll go!" she cried. 

She turned from the avenue into a pretty street, and ran along untilshe reached a house that set a little farther back than the others. 

"There's a lady who lives here who looks pleasant, and I've alwaysmeant to see the inside of her house, " thought Gwen. "I can stay alittle while there, and be just in time to meet the other girls whenthey come out of school. "

She rang the bell. 

No one came to the door. After waiting a few moments she rang again. 

Again she waited, listening for approaching footsteps. Then she stooped, and tried to peep through the keyhole. She turned, a crafty light inher eyes, and she nodded until her curls danced as she softly said;

"What if the door isn't locked? And what if I should walk right in, and sit down? What would happen?"

She looked elfish as she asked the questions, a smile parting her lips. 

Carefully she turned the knob and then, a gentle push opened the door, and on tiptoe, she entered, making her way along the hall to a roomwhere the sunlight streamed across the floor. 

The hall had been dark, and coming suddenly upon the broad band ofsunlight, Gwen was almost blinded, and for a few seconds, she did notsee other objects in the room. A chair stood near the door, and sheclimbed upon it, squirming around, and sitting down as if it wereexactly what she had come intending to do. 

She wondered why the house was so still. 

She also wondered where the pleasant faced lady was. She felt strangelynervous, and a bit afraid. 

She could not have told why she felt afraid to move, and so satabsolutely still. Her eyes roved from one object to another, firstlooking at the pictures on the wall, then the ornaments upon the mantel, then the lamp upon the table just before her, then, --

Between the lamp, and a tall vase that stood near it, a pair of eyeswere looking sharply at her. 

Gwen clutched the arms of her chair, caught her breath in terror, andthen screamed. 

"Strange that I can't read without being interrupted by a child whoknows no better than to poke her impudent little nose in here, uninvited!"

The voice low and angry made her tremble with fear, and she slid fromthe chair, raced out through the hall, ran down the street, never oncelooked behind her. 

"I won't _ever_ go _anywhere_ again, unless somebody asks me to, " shesaid to herself. Who that ever had known Gwen would believe that shecould refrain from doing just the same thing, the first time that hercuriosity prompted her? She had been frightened, and, for the moment, would have promised anything. 

The man, a studious, quiet man, with an unpleasant disposition, hadbeen annoyed when Gwen had interrupted his reading. 

Knowing little of children, he had not dreamed that he would frightenher, and when she ran out, he simply turned another page, and continuedreading. 

He had wished her to fully realize that she was an intruder, and whenshe turned and ran, he felt that she understood. 

The first person that she met was the private teacher who, for thepast few weeks had been endeavoring to have at least a few hours eachday devoted study. 

Gwen had refused to look at a lesson book in the forenoon, and whenafternoon had arrived, she had left the house to escape instruction. 

"Miss Gwen, I've been looking everywhere for you, and your mamma isreally quite nervous, because you've been gone so long. Where have youbeen?" the young woman asked. 

"I don't _have_ to tell you, " Gwen replied rudely, "but I will becauseI want to. I made some calls, and the last one was funny, and queertoo. I was frightened _some_, and I ran out of the house where a crossman just shouted at me!"

"Was he a neighbor?" the teacher asked, looking curiously at Gwen. 

"Of course not, " cried Gwen. "What fun would it be to call on neighbors?I'd rather go to houses where I _don't know_ the people, just for thesake of seeing what they look like, and how their houses look. "

The young teacher was not surprised. That very morning, soon afterbreakfast, upon returning to her room, she had found Gwen on her kneessearching her trunk. Gwen had neither blushed, nor looked abashed. 

"I wanted to know how many dresses you brought with you, " she had saidcoolly, "and I don't see but one in the closet, two in this trunk, andone you have on. Is that all you have?"

Mrs. Harcourt passing the door, looked in to smile at Gwen. 

"You mustn't mind if my little daughter examines your belongings inyour trunks or bureau drawers. She's only deeply interested in you, "she said. 

The young governess felt like saying that she did not enjoy the sortof interest that made a child feel free to handle and examine theproperty of others, but she said nothing. 

She knew that Mrs. Harcourt considered Gwen faultless. 

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Weeks had passed since the little pupils had commenced to strive towin the prize. Now there was great excitement. At the end of theafternoon session the name of the winner was to be announced, and inthe evening the Holiday party at Sherwood Hall was to be enjoyed. 

Of all the boys and girls at school, Sprite Seaford was surely themost restless. 

At one time her cheeks would be hot, and soon after the color wouldleave them. 

She had worked very, _very_ hard to win the prize. 

Oh, whose was it to be?

She clasped, and unclasped her nervous hands. 

And when at last the teacher went to the board just back of her deskand wrote:

"Sprite Seaford, Prize winner, " Sprite leaned back in her seat, pale, and almost breathless. For a moment not a sound broke the silence. 

Sprite stared at the written words as if half stunned with surprise. 

"Three cheers for Sprite Seaford!" shouted Rob Lindsey, forgettingthat he was in school, and the teacher laughed outright. 

"Give them, every one of you, " she cried, and they gave them with awill. 

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Evening had come, starlight, moonlight in the great garden at SherwoodHall, and a blaze of light indoors, where little feet kept time tosweet music, and sweeter voices laughed and talked in merry mood. 

Princess Polly in white with silver spangles, a silver bandeau holdingher powdered curls in place, looked like a little lady of the time ofWatteau. 

Faces and forms were different in character, but the costumes weresimilar, because Mrs. Sherwood had asked both boys and girls to comeclad in white, with powdered hair. 

It was a Holiday party, and the white costumes suggested the snowyseason. 

The walls were hung with holly and mistletoe, and the wreaths andgarlands were tied with scarlet ribbons, while portieres and hangingswere of scarlet brocade. 

Rosy cheeks and red lips looked well with the powdered hair, and brighteyes twinkled beneath snowy bangs. 

A slender figure dressed in the gaudy colors of a court jester, skippedhere and there between the dancers making comical jokes, while hetossed, and nimbly caught a bright colored ball. 

Still they danced to merry measures, and from behind a damask curtaincame a slender girl in hues as bright as that of the jester. 

A basket of beautiful flowers hung from her arm, and these she offeredto the little guests. 

The boys placed them in their buttonholes, and the girls tucked theroses and lilies in their girdles. 

Hark! A flourish of silvery trumpets announced the arrival of somegreat personage!

Another long, sweet note, and there strode into the room a tall figurein crimson velvet and white fur, with snowy beard, and kindly face, across whose breast gold letters bespoke his name:

"King Christmas. "

A great pack was on his back, which when opened, gave forth beautifulgifts for all. 

There were bangles for the girls, there were rings, or silver pencilsfor the boys, and a kindly word he spoke to each as he presented thegift. 

"Now here's a little purse of fifty gold dollars for the little lasswho won it by faithful study, and the giver permits me to present it. Come, little lass, and take it, for now it belongs to you. "

Sprite ran to him, as he stood waiting. 

"Oh, I know you, King Christmas! You are good, kind Uncle John! I knowyour pleasant voice that I've learned to love so well!" she said. 

"Even as I love you, dear child, " he cried, placing a strong arm aroundher slender little form, while with the other hand he tore off thebeard that so disguised him. 

"I am King Christmas, " he said, laughing gaily as he pointed proudlyto the golden letters on his breast. 

"Also Baron Goodfellow!" said Mr. Sherwood. "That name fits you justas well. "

"Prince Give Give wouldn't be half bad, " said Rob Lindsey, "for he'swild to give _somebody something_, all the time. "

"Everyone in this house to-night is dear, " said Sprite. 

"Including you, Sprite Seaford, " said Rose, and little Sprite feltthat she had never been so happy. 

There were merry games, and then refreshments, and then more games inwhich the elders joined, and when "good nights" were said, the gueststurned homeward with happy hearts. 

The moonlight shimmered on the snow, and glittered on the pendanticicles, and the keen, frosty air proved it to be true Holiday weather. 

Jingling sleigh bells, tooting auto horns, voices talking, and laughingat the same time told of a gay evening that all had enjoyed. 

They would dream of the party that night, and talk of it on the morrow. 

There was one thing that no one thought of until some time after theparty, and it was Leslie who spoke of it, to Rose and Princess Polly. 

"Only think!" she said, "Mrs. Harcourt has had three different teachersfor Gwen this Winter, because Gwen has acted so that the first andsecond left, and Gwen said yesterday that the one they have now is toleave next Monday. "

"Why _does_ she act so horrid?" said Rose. 

"I'll tell you one nice thing about Gwen, " said Princess Polly, "andthat is that she didn't do one single thing at my party that wasn'tnice. "

"Why, truly she didn't!" cried Rose and Sprite together. 

CHAPTER XI

UNCLE JOHN MAKES A PROMISE

Rain or shine, every Wednesday and Saturday evening found Gyp at thetable in the sitting-room at Aunt Judith's cottage, bending over hisbooks. 

Aunt Judith, busy with a bit of needlework, looked often at the boyas he bent eagerly over his book, and marvelled that this was the sameboy who less than a year ago was a trial to every owner of a gardenor orchard. 

A puzzled frown puckered his forehead one evening as he worked. 

"What is it?" she asked. "Can I help you?"

"Maybe I'll _have_ to let you, but I _think_ I can do it. I'd like towork it out if I can, and I'll try _hard_ before I give up. "

For a time he worked in silence, covering his slate with figures. 

The clock ticked loudly on the mantel, and seemed to be trying to outdoGyp's busy pencil. 

"Scratch! Scratch!" went the pencil, and "Tick! Tick!" chirped thelittle clock, and then the boy looked up, his eyes bright withexcitement. 

"I've done it, Mrs. Aunt Judith!" he cried, "I've done it, and it'sright! You said it was better for me to do everything that I _could_do, by studying and working, instead of being helped. "

"It is better, because you will fully understand what you have done, and you will be more likely to remember it. 

"But tell me, " she said, laying her hand on his shoulder, "why do youcall me _Mrs. _ Aunt Judith?"

He looked frankly up into her face as he answered. 

"You aren't my Aunt Judith, tho' I wish you were, so I think I oughtto call you something beside the name, so I say _Mrs. _ with it. "

"Dear boy, you meant to be respectful, " she said, "but you are sucha good, hard working boy now that you shall call me 'Aunt Judith' justas the other children do. "

He hesitated, and she understood. 

"They shall not wonder why you do. I'll tell them that I asked youto, " she said. 

Without a word he picked up his books, took his old cap, and crossedthe room. 

Wondering that he did not speak she followed him. 

At the door he turned, and looking up at her with eyes in which tearsglistened he said:

"I'm going to work with all my might, and I mean to be a decent man, and _then_ I'll do something for you, --Aunt Judith. "

"Gyp, come back and let me thank you!" she cried when, after hersurprise, she caught her breath, but a fit of his old shyness had comeover him, and having said what was in his heart, he had at once racedoff across the fields, and soon was out of sight or hearing in thedark woods. 

Aunt Judith told Captain Atherton all about Gyp's ambition, of hishard work at school, and the evenings spent at the cottage. 

"He is determined to get on, and he says that he will not always livelike a gypsy. 

"He declares that he will be a decent man, " she said, "but will notpeople be so prejudiced that they will not care to employ him?" sheasked. 

"_No_!" cried the captain, "for I will set aside any notions that theymay have by employing him _myself_. 

"_I_ will trust him, and this very week I'll tell him so!"

It happened that he met the boy on his way from school. 

"How go the lessons, boy?" he asked kindly. 

For some reason Gyp was not afraid. 

"This is Friday, and I've had every lesson perfect this week. I'm goingover to tell Aunt Judith. _She'll_ be glad!"

"Don't you tell the folks at home?" queried Captain Atherton. 

"They don't care much, " Gyp said with downcast eyes. Then, as if toexcuse their lack of interest, he said:

"I guess they don't understand why I'm _bound_ to study. "

"_I_ understand, my boy, just why you are working so hard, and I'mproud of you! Come, and tell _me_ about the weeks like this, whenthings go smoothly, and come just as quickly if things, instead, goroughly. Let me help you over the hard places, Gyp, for when you areout of school _I'll_ employ you. Now, work hard at school, knowingthat when you have completed the course you're to be employed by _me_. "

"Oh, sir, I'll work for you with all my strength, " cried the gratefulboy. "You _believe_ in me, you _trust_ me, and I'll be _true_!"

"I know you will, Gyp, " said Captain Atherton, almost as greatly movedas Gyp himself. 

When he reached the cottage, he was almost breathless, so swiftly hadhe run. 

He dropped upon a chair near the door, and told first of the week'swork at school, and then of the promise that Captain Atherton had made. 

Neither Aunt Judith nor the genial captain knew how close was the tiethat bound Gyp to be faithful to them. They had befriended him, andfor that he was grateful. They believed in him, and that gave himcourage to make persistent effort, but deep in his heart lay the memoryof the first kind, caressing words that had ever been said to him. 

"She sometimes says 'Dear boy' to me, and _he_ said, 'My boy, '" hewould often whisper to himself. 

Gyp was now very happy. He was doing good work at school, he had wonthe respect of teacher and pupils. 

Now Aunt Judith was interested in him, Captain Atherton believed inhim, and oh, pleasant promise, the kindly captain would prove his faithby employing him!

"Folks in Avondale will have to think I'm something more decent thana gypsy!" he said. 

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The days were growing longer, the warm sun had chased away the lastbit of ice, and now the fields were green, and the trees and shrubswere showing fine foliage. 

In the gardens the early blossoms made soft color that told how soonthe summer would appear. 

Princess Polly sat waiting for Rose, and Sprite. 

The soft breeze stirred the leaves, making them rustle as if they werewhispering to each other the great news that summer would soon reachAvondale. 

Polly turned to look toward the avenue. They were not in sight. 

"I might walk over to call for them, " she thought. 

Then she remembered that she had promised to wait at a spot where theyhad often met, and from which they were now to set out for a walk. 

"Why don't they come?" she said aloud. 

A long time she sat waiting for her playmates to appear. At last ashout made her turn. 

"Did you think we were never coming?" cried Rose. 

"Oh, she must have thought just that, " said Sprite, "so tell her whatit was that kept us. "

"Polly has been waiting so long, we'll start for our walk, and I'lltell the news as we go along, " said Rose. 

"Then let's hurry, " said Polly, "because I'm wild to know what it was. "

The three little friends tramped along the path that was always theirfavorite for a walk, and when they had reached a spot where a brookwas spanned by a tiny bridge, they sat down to rest. It was then thatRose turned toward Polly. 

"I'm not going to ask you to guess who was at our house, or why I couldnot meet you at two, as I promised, because you never could guess that, so I'll tell you. It was, --Great Aunt Rose!"

"Oh, Rose, why _did_ she come?" Polly gasped. "_Not_ to take you backwith her!"

"That's just what I said, when I heard that she was in the parlor, "said Sprite. 

"Well, when I saw her carriage coming up the avenue, " Rose said, "theshivers went up and down my back, but Uncle John, when he got up togo in to see her, stooped and whispered in my ear: 'Don't be frightened, little girl, for remember that you now belong to me, and I shall noteasily give you up. Now, come in with me, dear. You know I can notrefuse to let her see you. '

"So he took my hand, and we went in together. 

"Great Aunt Rose sat stiff and prim in the center of the sofa. 

"'How do you do, Aunt Rose?' I said, but she kept looking at me withoutspeaking. 

"'Doesn't Rose look as if the air at Avondale had done her a world ofgood?' Uncle John asked. 

"'Really, John, I'm not sure, ' Aunt Rose said, looking at me throughher glasses, just as if I were a queer bug, or butterfly such as she'dnever seen before. Uncle John looked vexed. 

"'You certainly see that her cheeks are rosy, and she is rounder thanwhen she first came to me, ' he said. 

"That's what I was thinking of, ' she said, 'and when she was at ourhome, she was more delicate in her appearance. More slender, and pale, as an Atherton should be. 

"'No "Rose Atherton" ever was what country people call "buxom"! I'm_not_ countrified!' I said, half expecting to be scolded, but UncleJohn put his arm around me, and drew me closer as he said:

"'Indeed you are not, unless fresh color, and dimples, mean countrified, when I should think the term a compliment. ' Then he turned to GreatAunt Rose. 

"'I have endeavored, ever since I have had little Rose under my care, to keep her much in the open air, and she has gained strength fromsunshine and breeze, ' he said. 

"'I knew it! I knew it!' she said, springing from the sofa, and lookingdreadfully excited, 'and that is the reason for my call. You'll haveher tanned with the sun, and her complexion ruined by the wind, andshe'll look like anything but an Atherton by the time she's a younglady!

"'You must let her return to the old Atherton house with me, and inits quiet, refining influence she will regain the delicate appearancethat was so charming. 

"'Rose, will you come with me?'

"She put out her hand as if she meant to take me, whether I wanted togo with her or not, and for the moment I forgot that Uncle John wasbig enough, and brave enough, to keep me with him. 

"I screamed, and ran from the room, and oh, I know it was rude, andI'm afraid unkind, but I didn't stop to think, and just kept on runninguntil I found Sprite waiting for me at the gate. "

"And she clasped my hand, " said Sprite, continuing the story, "and shenever told me a word of all this, but, instead, she said: 'Come quick!Oh, come quick!' and together we raced along until we met you, Polly. 

"Wasn't it funny? Rose knew why we were running, but I didn't. I ranbecause she told me to, and I had to, to keep up with her!"

Princess Polly looked thoughtful. "You don't really believe she couldmake you live with her again, do you?" she asked. 

"Oh, Rose, you haven't but just begun to live at Avondale!"

"Uncle John said she'd not easily get me away from him, " Rose said, "and it may be that I needn't have been so frightened, but I feelbetter out here, and I'll stay out until I know that she must havegone home. Come! We won't let it spoil our fun. We'll have a fine longwalk, and when I get back, Great Aunt Rose will have surely gone. "

One part of the road over which they walked was bordered on eitherside by white birches. Yet a bit farther willows took the place ofbirches, and there they left the road to cross the meadows, coming outinto the bright sunlight. 

The three little playmates had walked rapidly, and now began to slackentheir pace, and when they reached a clump of trees, they sat down toenjoy the cool shade, and to talk for a while. 

"You'll be happier, Rose, if we talk of something else, " said Polly, "so I'll tell you that Sir Mortimer is strutting around our gardenthis morning with a new collar that I bought for him, and the big pinksatin bow upon it is very becoming. "

"And _I'll_ tell a bit of news. I sent my prize right straight to the'Mermaid's Cave, '" said Sprite, "and pa put it in the Cliffmore bankfor me. "

"Why, Sprite Seaford!" cried Rose. "How did you dare to send fiftydollars in gold?"

"Because, " said Sprite, "I didn't send it by mail. I gave it to oneof the very best men in this world, and that is Uncle John, to takeit to pa for me, and he did. He rode over to Cliffmore last Saturday. That's a week ago, and don't you know it was a stormy day? Well, that'swhy we didn't go with him. "

Sprite nodded her head wisely as she spoke, and the sunbeams dancedon her rippling hair. 

"And I'll tell you something I've thought of, " she said. "It was Fridayafter school that I asked him about sending it, and he said we'd alltake the trip to Cliffmore. And when Saturday came it was so stormywe couldn't go. I didn't say a thing, but I must have lookeddisappointed, for he said: 'Cheer up, little Sprite, for your prizeshall reach Cliffmore to-day. I'm going over there, and I'll take itwith me. '

"_Now_ I believe he wouldn't have gone so far on such a day for himself. I think he went for me. "

"It would be just like Uncle John to do that, " Rose said. "He's alwaysdoing something to make people happy. "

As if to prove that his little niece spoke truly, he now appeared onthe road in his big motor car, laughing when he espied the threeplaymates, and gaily calling:

"Has anyone seen a small girl straying around this part of Avondale?Girl with brown curls, and rosy cheeks, answers to the name of Rose?"

"You needn't laugh, Uncle John, for truly I was afraid Great Aunt Rosewould try to make you say that I must spend, at least, a part of mytime with her, and oh, I didn't want to. "

"Do I look as if anyone could _make_ me give up what I consideredmine?"

"No, _no_!" they cried in chorus. 

"Then climb into my car, you three little tramps, and I'll take youfor a ride. "

CHAPTER XII

AUNT ROSE'S CALL

A week's vacation!

All of the pupils were delighted, but Princess Polly was especiallyhappy, because with Rose, and Sprite, the week would be a week ofpleasure, no lessons, and all play. 

"What shall we do on Monday?" she asked, as they skipped along thesidewalk. 

It was Monday morning, and she did not wish to have a moment wasted. 

"Come over to my house, and we'll sit in the big hammock and talk, andperhaps something will happen that will just tell us what to do. "

The gay-colored hammock had been hung on the sunny side of the house, and the three little friends sat swinging and talking, and soon theyhad planned enough doings to occupy a month, instead of a week. 

They were talking of Lena, and Leslie, when Sprite asked:

"When have you seen Gwen Harcourt?"

"They haven't seen me for ever so long!" cried an answering voice, andGwen appeared around the corner, laughing saucily, because she hadbeen listening, and had heard Sprite's question. 

Of course she had some very large stories to tell regarding the privateschool that she was attending, and her classmates there. 

"I wouldn't care to go to any other school, " she said, "and I love totake the train every morning. I'd stay at home some days if I was nearschool and walked, but I like to ride on the trains so I never missa day. 

"Guess what I did just now, " she said, laughing as if to imply thatwhat she had done was an absolutely clever joke. 

"What did you do?" Polly asked, not because she really cared, butrather from curiosity as to what especially abominable thing it hadpleased Gwen to do. 

Gwen never waited to be urged. 

Seating herself on the piazza, railing, she swung her legs as sherecounted the morning's happenings, making the list as long as possible. 

"Just before I came over here I went into the room upstairs that mammacalls the 'Picture Gallery, ' and I looked around for a while just tosee which I liked the best. 

"It seemed to me that the one that was on the first line, was lookingright at me, and I _almost_ thought the pink feathers on her hat bobbedjust a little. 

"The longer I looked at her the more it seemed to me that she reallywas looking at me, and _once_ I thought she smiled. I had a lovely newknife that my cousin Jack had given me. I went close to the picture, and more than ever it seemed as if she smiled at me, and I thought ifI had her out of the frame she'd be lovelier than any doll I own. 

"It didn't take me more than ten minutes to whip out my little knife, and cut her right out from the background, but say! After I'd cut herout, she didn't look nearly as pretty as I had thought she would. Justlook at her!

"The paint looks real dauby when you get close up to her. "

"Why, Gwen Harcourt!" cried Princess Polly; "you truly did cut herfrom the picture!"

"Of course I did. Did you really s'pose I'd tell you I did if I didn't?"

"You might have been joking when you said it, " said Polly. 

"Well, I wasn't joking, " Gwen replied, "and now I don't know where toput this, now I have it. "

"What did you mean to do, when you first thought of cutting the pictureout?" questioned Rose. 

"Oh, I thought I'd keep her in the dolls' house, but she looks biggerin my hand than she did in the frame. I don't believe she'd go intothe doll's house, and I don't b'lieve I want her to, for really I don'tcare for her. Do either of you want her?"

She extended her arm, holding the picture at arm's length, while shelooked from one to the other. 

"We don't want her, " said Polly, "and oh, _this_ time, Gwen, your mammawill surely be angry!"

"Pooh! See 'f she is. I guess I'll run home and see what she says, "chirped Gwen, and gaily humming, she ran down the walk, and hurriedhome. 

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Mrs. Harcourt had been entertaining guests for a few days, and ithappened that soon after Gwen had left the house, the mischief hadbeen discovered. 

"Oh, can it be possible that there have been thieves prowling aboutthe house in the night?" cried Mrs. Harcourt. "It really makes me feelquite ill to think of it. "

At that moment, Gwen came flying into the house, and up the stairway. 

"Somebody take this old picture and stick it back in the hole it camefrom. I thought it would make a nice big doll, but I guess I don'twant her!"

"Oh, what a naughty thing for a child to do!" cried one of the ladies. "That fine picture is absolutely ruined. "

"_Naughty_!" cried Mrs. Harcourt, "no, indeed! As you say, the pictureis ruined, but Gwen has proved her love for Art, and her artisticnature. She felt so attracted to the picture that she was actuallyobliged to take it with her when she went out. She surely loves Art. As I have always said: 'Gwen is a most _unusual_ child. She shows greatforce of character, and I can overlook the _mistake_ she made in cuttingthe canvas, because the act showed me another fine trait, --the loveof Art. I _do_ wonder if she will be an artist?"

The guests were disgusted. They wondered how any mother could be sofoolish as to think a piece of costly mischief showed either love ofart or talent, instead of wilful wrong-doing. 

"Gwen is a pretty child, " said one woman, "and some one who had senseenough to correct her and make her behave, could train her to be apleasing young girl, when she is a few years older, but her mothercould never do that!"

"No, indeed, " the other replied. "Mrs. Harcourt is spoiling her littledaughter as fast as she can. I had promised to stay a week, " shecontinued, "but I think I will make some excuse and leave here dayafter to-morrow. I am very fond of Mrs. Harcourt, but the child is sounpleasant that I can not remain. "

The two friends were in the room that they had shared during theirvisit. In another room Mrs. Harcourt was changing Gwen's frock, andribbons, to make her yet more attractive when she should appear atlunch. A less beautiful costume, and a bit of training in ordinaryrules of courtesy, would have been far more beneficial. Mrs. Harcourtfelt that Gwen must, at all times, be daintily dressed, but shepermitted her to do or say whatever she chose, and at times when shewas hopelessly rude, the silly mother thought her charming. 

In the big hammock the three playmates still were swinging. 

"Come!" said Polly, "let's walk around the garden, and when we cometo the terrace, we'll sit down, and listen to the story that Rosepromised to tell. "

"No, the story that Sprite was to tell!" cried Rose. 

"No, the story that Princess Polly found in the red book yesterday, "Sprite said, laughing because the others did. 

"We'll run a race!" cried Polly, "and the one that gets there lastwill be the one to tell the story. "

The others agreed, and Polly counted:

"One! Two! _Three_!"

They were off like the wind, past the fountain, the gates, the bigclump of rose bushes, and it happened that Rose and Sprite were thefirst to reach the terrace. 

"All right!" cried Princess Polly, "I'll tell the story of the 'Big, Brave Knight. '"

"Does it begin with: 'Once upon a time'?" Sprite asked, eagerly. 

"Oh, yes, " Polly said. "Once upon a time there lived a knight who wasbig, and brave, and he loved a princess who was so beautiful that itwas like looking at the sun to look at her face, because her beautywas so dazzling. 

"She wasn't very happy, for who'd be happy when an old witch hadenchanted her?"

"Oh, oo!" purred little Sprite, "I love a story that tells about folksthat are enchanted. "

"So do I, " agreed Rose. "Now go on, Polly. How was she enchanted?"

"Oh, I wish I had the book right here, so I could read every word ofit to you, but I let Leslie Grafton take it home to read, so I'll tellit as well as I can. 

"Where did I stop? Oh, I know. I'd just told you that the lovelyprincess was enchanted. Lora was her name, and she lived in a finecastle way up on a great, high mountain. The picture showed the castle, and it looked as if the side of the mountain was all ledges. 

"On sunny days, she wandered around the castle gardens, picking theflowers, or feeding her pets, and when storm clouds hung over themountain, she strolled through the great halls, playing her guitar, and sweetly singing. 

"Often she leaned on the wall that bordered the gardens, and for hoursshe would gaze at the far distant plains. 

"'Across those plains will come the prince who will set you free, ' theold witch had said, and then she had laughed, and under her breath hadmuttered: 'That is, if he has the bravery to ride his charger up thissteep mountain side. '"

"Did a prince come?" questioned Sprite. 

"And was he fine, and brave?" Rose asked. 

Princess Polly laughed at their eager questions. 

"The book says:

"'Many princes came, but when they saw the ledge going straight up tothe castle, they turned back, saying:

"'"No man could keep in the saddle, and no horse could climb such ahuge crag as that. Both would fall and be dashed to pieces. "'

"One day, when the sun was bright and the air was very clear, theprincess became restless, and tired of roaming through hall, and garden, and she ran to the wall, once more to look off across the plain. 

"A long time she stood watching, when, far, far over where the sky andland seemed to meet, she saw something flashing in the sunlight. 

"At first it appeared to stand still, but after a little while, shesaw that it was coming nearer. 

"Brighter and brighter flashed the spot that she had been watching, and a moment later, she saw that it was a spear held aloft, in thehand of a man in armor. 

"On, on he came, and soon she saw that his armor was of silver, andthat the plumes on his helmet were white. 

"Nearer and nearer he rode, and now, as he reached the foot of thecliff, the Princess Lora saw that he was handsome, for his visor wasup, and even from that height she could see that his eyes were dark, and fine. He had seen her portrait that a great artist had painted, and he had vowed that he would win her. 

"Bravely he urged his white steed up the side of the cliff, and thecharger, placing his hoofs in the crevices, climbed steadily higheruntil, at last, the brave knight stood at the castle gate, blowing hisbugle to demand admittance. 

"At the sound of the bugle, the iron gates flew open, he rode boldlyinto the courtyard, and up to the door. He had shown himself to be sobrave that no one dared oppose him, and after staying a month at thecastle, he rode away, carrying the lovely Princess Lora as his bride, and they lived happy ever after. "

"There!" cried Polly, "I've told that almost word for word. "

"That was a lovely story, " said Rose, "and I always like them whenthey commence, 'Once upon a time, ' and end with, 'They lived happyever after. '"

"So do I, " said Sprite, "and just think of the lovely times we'll havethis Summer, when we're _all_ at the Cliffs, at Cliffmore, that is, if you're coming down to the shore. Oh, _are_ you?"

"Uncle John says we'll enjoy the earlier part of the Summer here, andthen go over to his lovely house at Cliffmore for the rest of theSummer. "

"Why, that's just what my papa said, last evening, " said PrincessPolly, "and I do believe they've planned it together. "

"I'll go home just as soon as school closes, " said Sprite, "and I'llbe company for ma, I'll gather lovely shells for you to keep, I'llread to pa evenings, but most of all, I'll be watching the long whiteroad that leads from the pier. 

"Oh, let's play this hammock is the boat to Cliff more!" she cried, "and we'll call the different landings. "

"All right!" cried Rose, "and do you hear that funny creak?" she asked. "Well, that is the steamer just starting off. "

They swung a while, and then Sprite shouted the name of the firststopping-place. 

"Seaman's Port!" she cried. "This is where they always roll off lotsof barrels. "

"What's in them?" Polly asked. 

"Oh, salt pork, and vegetables, and, oh, all sorts of things that theycan't buy on the island. "

"Seafarm Ledge!" she next shouted. 

"All of us get out here!" cried Sprite, "because this is the placewhere the gentlemen sit around and do nothing, while the ladies dressup, and walk, and walk, and walk up and down the board walk. "

There must have been a very rough sea, for the hammock rolled andpitched, until it seemed as if the little voyagers would surely bethrown overboard, so violently did the steamer lurch. 

The passengers were evidently but little frightened. In truth, theyappeared to think the trip a huge joke, for they laughed gaily; atlast Sprite cried:

"Cliffmore! Cliffmore! Every one get out, because this steamer goesno farther!"

"Is that true, Sprite, that the steamer _Queen of the Ocean_ stops atCliffmore, and then turns and goes back?"

"Oh, yes, " said Sprite. "Some of the boats go farther, but that vesselnever does. "

"Well, we had a fine trip in our hammock-steamer, " said Princess Polly, "and if our vessel did pitch pretty badly, what did we care, while thesky was blue and cloudless overhead?"

"It has been bright and sunny here at Avondale, " said Sprite, "andI've had a lovely time, and I only long to go home, just because it_is_ home. "

"But soon after you go back to Cliffmore, Rose and I will come, andthen we three will play together, and play all day, because it willbe vacation, no lessons, and no school. "

"Mamma is sure that this Summer at Cliffmore is to be delightful, "said Polly. 

"And Uncle John says that there will be lots of good times, but thathe knows of one happening that will be a surprise for everyone!" saidRose. 

Those who would like to meet Princess Polly again at Avondale, withher dearest friend Rose Atherton, to be with them again at Cliffmore, where they are constantly with little Sprite, may enjoy all their"good-times" in--

"Princess Polly at Play. "

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