in the procession; and the fourth to the gunboat. Then came a great
shouting!

A perfect day had added to the success of the carnival, and now many
people adjourned to the pavilion, where a reception was held, and good
things to eat were bountifully served.

"But who was the little girl with Dorothy Minturn?" asked the mayor's
wife. Of course everybody knew Dorothy, but Nellie was a stranger.

Mrs. Minturn, Mrs. Bobbsey, Aunt Sarah, Mrs. Bingham, and Mrs. Blake,
the latter being the mayor's wife, had a little corner in the pavilion
to themselves. Here Nellie's story was quietly told.

"How nice it was she got the prize," said Mrs. Blake, after hearing
about Nellie's hardships. "I think we had better have it in
money--and we might add something to it," she suggested. "I am sure
Mr. Blake would be glad to. He often gives a prize himself. I'll
just speak to him."

Of course Dorothy was to share the prize, and she accepted a pretty
silver loving cup. But what do you suppose they gave Nellie?

Fifty dollars!

Was not that perfectly splendid?

The prize for Nellie was twenty-five dollars, but urged by Mrs. Blake,
the mayor added to it his own check for the balance.