is just like a sister."

"I fancy you will find Mary somewhat different from Polly," said Mrs.
Shelton, remembering her sister-in-law's exact little ways, and
thinking of Polly's unfettered life on the ranch. "However, I am sure
she is a dear child and that we shall love her very dearly."

"I wish she had been here to see the Garden of Verses and our
costumes," said Polly, who was quite carried away by the morning's
performance.

"Oh, I suppose she sees much finer things in England," said Molly. "I
suppose she dresses much finer, too, than we do. Why, there are kings
and queens and princesses over there, and they wear ermine and crowns
and tiaras."

"I haven't the least idea what a tiara is," said Polly.

"I don't know exactly myself," acknowledged Molly, "but I know it is
something you wear on your head and it is studded with diamonds or some
kind of precious stones."

"Maybe it is some kind of hat," ventured Polly.

Molly wasn't quite sure, but she wondered if Mary would have one. "At
least she can tell us what it is like," she remarked to Polly.

Mrs. Shelton had hurried from the room to tell the news to her brother
and the little girls were left in the library alone. Molly was
thinking very seriously. Presently she said: "Polly Perrine, if you
will never, never tell any one, I'll tell you something. Cross your
heart you won't tell."

Polly promptly crossed her heart. "I won't tell," she assured her
cousin.

"Then," said Molly looking furtively around, "I am not sure I am glad
Mary is coming."

"Oh, why not?" asked Polly, looking the least bit shocked.

"Why, she may be prim and fusty and spoil our plays. I notice often
that two girls can play together beautifully, but when a third one
comes she is sure to want to do something that one of the others
doesn't like and either breaks up the play or gets mad and goes off
making you feel sort of hurt and queer inside. You know it is hard to
please everybody and the more people you have to please the harder it
is."

Polly pondered upon this philosophy of her cousin's. "Well," she said
finally, "perhaps if she doesn't like to play our way, she can find
some one else to play with."

"Of course she can. I never thought of that," said Molly in a relieved
tone. "I remember now before I knew you were coming mother told me
that Mrs. Wharton was going to have her granddaughter with her this
summer, and I was very glad because the Mowbrays have gone