They had all liked the "little Sea Nymph," as they had called her, and
now were glad to renew the acquaintance.

There was one small girl who, thus far, had shown no interest in Polly's
guest, and that was Gwen Harcourt.

She had seen Sprite with Polly, and her playmates, but she had watched
them from a distance.

From her own piazza she could look across to Sherwood Hall, and see
the children at play.

In a few days she had tired of watching the merry friends, and she
longed to join them. She had heard Lena Lindsey say that Sprite was
charming.

Leslie Grafton, only the day before, had said that one reason why she
enjoyed playing with Sprite was because she was so _different_ from
any girl that she knew.

What was this "_difference_" that Leslie spoke of?

Harry Grafton had declared that little Sprite was a trump.

"What's a _trump_?" said Gwen, as she sat swinging her feet, and looking
up and down the avenue.

"What's a _trump_?"