heavenly golden. She sang as she went, swinging Davy's warm little hand
in hers. It was only one of Mother Goose's old melodies, but she sang it
as a bird sings, for sheer gladness:

"Gay go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town."




CHAPTER III.

"ONE FLEW EAST."


The New York letter reached the hotel while Eugenia was out in the park
with her maid, and the bell-boy brought it to her on a salver with
several others, as she was stepping into the elevator to go up to her
room.

"Here, take my gloves, Eliot!" she exclaimed, tossing them to the maid,
and beginning to tear open the envelopes as soon as her hands were free.
Eliot, a plain, middle-aged woman, with a patient face and slow gait,
picked up the gloves, and followed her young mistress down the corridor.

Eugenia dashed into her sitting-room, throwing herself into a big
armchair, regardless of the fact that she was crushing the roses in her
pretty new hat as she leaned her head against the high back. Three of
the letters which she opened so eagerly were from the girls who had been
her best friends at boarding-school. She had been away from Riverdale