"That's what I tell Prue. It is natural you should like best to stay at
Pennington Park, and go about in a splendid machine. I don't blame you
in the least, and I don't wish you to feel bound to come down here when
you don't really care to. Much as I love to have you, I shall not be
hurt." Uncle Bob nodded at Margaret Elizabeth with a reassuring smile
that in spite of intentions was a bit wistful too.

"I don't believe you understand, and for that matter, neither do I. I
love you best, and the Little Red Chimney, and this darling room. There
aren't any fairies at Pennington Park, but--I do like the whirl, the
fun, the pretty things, and----"

"The admiration, Margaret Elizabeth; out with it. You'll feel better,"
said Uncle Bob.

"Well, yes, people _do_ like me, and oh, I must show you
something!" She sprang up, and from a box lying on the sofa she took a
filmy, rose-coloured fabric. "What do you think of this?" she demanded,
shaking out the shimmering folds before his surprised eyes.

He rose nobly to the occasion. "Why, it looks like a sunset cloud. Is it
to wear?"

"Certainly. It is a pattern robe. Miss Kitty across the street is going
to put it together for me. She is a genius. Sunset cloud is very poetic.
Thank you, Uncle Bob. And now I must finish my letter before I go over
to Miss Kitty's, and then I promised the children I'd go with them to
buy some nuts for the squirrel. A bunny who has the courage to live so
far downtown should be rewarded. I wish you had been here, Uncle Bob, to
join our society." Margaret Elizabeth sat down with the rosy cloud all