"Why do you stare at me? You have such big eyes!"

Morgana, dotted only in a white silk nightgown, sitting on the edge
of her bed with her small rosy toes peeping out beneath the tiny
frill of her thin garment, looked at the broad-shouldered handsome
girl Manella who had just brought in her breakfast tray and now
stood regarding her with an odd expression of mingled admiration and
shyness.

"Such big eyes!" she repeated--"Like great head-lamps flaring out of
that motor-brain of yours! What do you see in me?"

Manella's brown skin flushed crimson.

"Something I have never seen before!" she answered--"You are so
small and white! Not like a woman at all!"

Morgana laughed merrily.

"Not like a woman! Oh dear! What am I like then?"

Manella's eyes grew darker than ever in the effort to explain her
thought.

"I do not know"--she said, hesitatingly--"But--once--here in this
garden--we found a wonderful butterfly with white wings--all white,-
-and it was resting on a scarlet flower. We all went out to look at
it, because it was unlike any other butterfly we had ever seen,--its