"And why, my dear?"

"Because then things might be pretty," said Elizabeth. "Everything
is so plain and ugly, and one gets so tired of it! Is it silly to
like things to be pretty?"

"No, far from it; that is, if we do not sacrifice better things to
prettiness."

Elizabeth looked up with a light in her dark eyes, and said, "Miss
Fosbrook, I like you!"

Miss Fosbrook was very much pleased, and kissed her.

She paused a moment, and then said, "Miss Fosbrook, may I ask one
question? What is your name? Mamma said it must be Charlotte,
because you signed your letter Ch. A. Fosbrook, but your little
sister's letter that you showed us began 'My dear Bell.' If it is a
secret, indeed I will keep it."

"It is no secret at all," said Miss Fosbrook, laughing. "My name is
Christabel Angela."

Elizabeth opened her eyes, and said it by syllables. "Christabel
Angela! that's a prettier name than Ida. Does it make you very glad
to have it?"

"I like it for some reasons," said Miss Fosbrook, smiling.

"Oh, tell me!" cried Bessie. "Mamma always says we should not be a