to her but once--that time I gave her the candy. Then
I was only pretendin' I cared for her, just for fun. I didn't want her to
go with us to the Scissahs gate that day. Mothah made me invite her. I
fussed about it. I'm goin' to write to her the minute I finish polishin'
my nails, and tell her how sorry I am that I didn't leave a kindah memory
behind me."

They rubbed away in silence for a few minutes, then Lloyd spoke again. "I
suahly have enough things now to remind me about the memory roads I am
tryin' to leave behind me for everybody. Every time I look at this little
ring it says 'A Road of the Loving Heart.' And the scissahs will recall
the fairy tale. It was only unselfish service that kept them bright and
shining, and only those who belonged to the kingdom of loving hearts could
go in at the gate. Then there's the Red Cross of Geneva on Hero's
collah--there couldn't be a moah beautiful memory than the one left by all
who have wo'n that Red Cross."

"Yes," said Betty, holding up a hand to inspect the pink finger nails now
polished to her satisfaction. "And there is the white flower that the two
little Knights of Kentucky wear. Keith said that his badge meant the same
thing to him that my ring does to me. Their motto is 'Right the wrong.'
That's what the Giant Scissors always did, and that's what Robert Louis
Stevenson tried to do for the Samoan chiefs. That is why they loved him
and built the road."

"Funny, how they all sing the same song," said Eugenia. "It's just the
same, only they sing it in different keys."

After Betty and Eugenia had gone to their rooms, Lloyd sat a long time
toying with the silver scissors, before writing her note of
acknowledgment. The sheath was of hammered silver, and around the name was
a beautifully wrought design of tiny clustered grapes.

"It is one of the prettiest things that my wondah-ball has unrolled," she
said to herself, "and it has certainly taught me a lesson. Poah little
Fidelia! If I'd only known that she cared, there were lots of times that
she could have gone with us, and it would have made her so happy. If I had
only put myself in her place when mothah told me! But I was so cross and
hateful I enjoyed bein' selfish. Now all the bein' sorry in the world
won't change things!"

It would be too much like a guide-book if this story were to give a record
of the next two weeks. Betty's good-times book was filled, down to the
last line on the last page, and the partner