He called the dress classic; it's just long, soft folds without messy
trimmings; and, oh, it's not vanity to peep at myself again and again and
to dream of to-morrow. I'm gloriously, gloriously beautiful! If John
comes to-morrow, I do hope he'll wear gloves. He has good hands, too;
well-shaped--

Why, of course; Mr. Hynes must admire me.



CHAPTER III.


SNARLING AT THE COUNCIL ROCK.

Jan. 10.

To-day has been heaven!

There was a famous lawyer among Aunt's guests and a United States Senator
and a real author, a woman who has written books; but people brushed past
them all for a word with me!

And I'm going to the Opera! I shall sit in a box. Mrs. Van Dam says I'll
make the sensation of the season! I'm going to the Opera!

When men came this morning with palms and flowers to decorate the house, I
ran off to the Park. I did almost run, really. There was a song at my
lips: "Gladdest, oh, gladdest, most beautiful in the world; blessed, most