in the late, sweet twilight.

A letter was tucked under the screen door where some friendly neighbor
had left it. "Miss Thomasia O. Brown," Billy read aloud, and waved the
letter in triumph, for the secret was out. The 'T' in T.O. stood for
Thomasia!

"Well?" bristled the Talented One, "it had to stand for something,
didn't it? It's awful, I know, but _I'm_ not to blame--I didn't
name myself, did I? I wish people could," she added with a sigh.

"Is it for a _Thomas?_" questioned Laura Ann curiously.

Thomasia nodded: "There was always a Thomas in the family until they got
to me. They did the best they could to make me one." She was opening the
letter with careful precision. "Why, of course, it's from Mrs. Camp!"
she cried delightedly.

"My dear, I hope you are well and your friends have come, and Jane
Cotton's Sam has not forgotten to paint the pump. I arrived here safely
after a very long journey--my dear, I never dreamed the world was so
big! This part of it is well enough, but give me Placid Pond! Now I am
going to tell you something, and you may laugh all you're a mind to--I
sha'n't hear! What I'm going to tell is, _Amelia came_, too. After
I'd got good and settled down on the cars I looked up and knew she was
sitting right opposite, on the seat I'd turned over. She seemed
_there_--and you may laugh, my dear. I laughed, I was so pleased to
have Amelia along. John doesn't know she came--Amelia never makes a mite
of trouble! But everywhere I go she goes, my dear. I shouldn't tell you
if I didn't feel you'd understand. If he hasn't painted it yet, the blue