pride; but I have thought of a way that I am sure will please her. If
you will call her up-stairs in a few minutes, I will show you. Where is
she now?"

"Readin' on the stair landin'. At least she was when I came up. She was
in the window-seat."

"Then wait until I take something into her room. I'll tell you when I am
ready, and you may call her up."

Lloyd hung over the banister in the upper hall until she heard a
whispered "Ready;" then she called: "Come up heah, Elizabeth, mothah
wants us a minute in yo' room."

Mrs. Sherman was sitting by an open window with some sewing in her lap,
when Lloyd and Betty skipped into the white and gold room. Betty had a
book in her hand with her finger between the closed pages, to keep the
place.

[Illustration: "BETTY BEGAN THE STORY."]

"Elizabeth," said Mrs. Sherman, "do you remember the story of the
enchanted necklace that was in a book of fairy tales I sent you once?"

"Oh, yes!" cried Betty. "That is one of my favourite stories. I have
read it twenty times, I am sure, and told it to Davy until he almost
knows it by heart."

"I wish you would tell it to Lloyd, please. She has never heard it, and
I want to illustrate it for her after awhile."