seashore for a few weeks. The tears were in her eyes when she laid down
the three letters, after twice reading the one signed, "For ever your
devoted old chum, Kell." It had been full of the good times she was
having at home.

Eugenia looked around the elegantly furnished room with a
discontented sigh. No girl in the school had as much spending
money as herself, or as wealthy and as indulgent a father, and
yet--just at that moment--she felt herself the poorest child in
New York. There was one thing she lacked that even the poorest beggar
had, she thought bitterly,--companionship. In a listless sort of way
she picked up the remaining letter, postmarked Lloydsboro Valley,
and began to read it.

Eliot, who was busy in the adjoining room, heard an excited exclamation,
and then the call, "Oh, Eliot, Eliot! Come here, quick!" She was
stooping over the bed inspecting some clean clothes that had been sent
in from the laundry. Before she could straighten herself up to answer
the call, her elbows were seized from behind, and Eugenia began waltzing
her around backwards at a rate that made her head spin.

"Dance! You giddy old thing!" cried Eugenia. "Whoop and make a noise and
act as if you are glad! We are going to get out of our cage next week.
I'm invited to a house party. We are to spend a whole month in a
_house_, not a hotel. We're going to be part of a real live family in a
real sure enough home,--in an old Southern mansion."

"Goodness gracious, Miss Eugenia," panted Eliot, as she staggered into a
chair and settled her cap on her head. "You a'most scared me out of me
five wits, you were that sudden in your movements. I thought for a bit