she
ordered her to follow up-stairs with the satchels.

They went straight to the green room to dress for dinner, and Joyce and
I locked arms again, and strolled down to the gate. Joyce asked me what
I thought of her. I told her that I would be thankful to the end of time
that I got here first. Seeing her arrive in such a stylish travelling
suit, gloves, and Knox hat, and carrying such a handsome leather bag,
opened my eyes to the way I must have looked when I came. It tickled
Joyce, the way I described myself, travelling in a sunbonnet and
carrying my belongings in an old-fashioned willow basket.

She gave my chin a soft nip and kissed rue on each cheek, and said, "You
funny little Bettykins! As if it made any difference to your friends
what you wore."

I told her I believed it would make a difference to Eugenia, and she
thought, too, that maybe it might. Then I told her I believed that was
why godmother gave me the enchanted necklace before she came, so that I
wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Joyce had not heard about the necklace, so
I showed her my gold beads and told her their story. She thought it was
lovely of godmother to make the fairy tale come true, but she advised me
not to tell Eugenia. Girls who always travel in private cars and have
everything they wish for, she said, can't understand what it means to be
poor. Then she told me about a box that her Cousin Kate had sent her,
and how good it made everybody in the little brown house feel, when it
came.

JUNE 8th.

We had the grandest surprise this morning. Lloyd came up to the house
soon after breakfast, on Tarbaby, leading her mother's riding horse, a
graceful little bay mare. Behind her came one of the coloured men
leading two ponies, so that we could all have a ride. The bay mare was
for Eugenia, who is a fine horsewoman. She learned in a New York
riding-school. The ponies were for Joyce and me. Mr. Sherman had them
sent out from Louisville after he went away, for us to use all the time
we are here.

One of the ponies is named Calico, because he is marked so queerly. His
hair grows in such funny little streaks and stripes and patches that he
looks as if he had been painted that way on purpose. He was a clown pony
in a circus one time, and is supposed to know a lot of tricks. Joyce
wanted him because he is so gentle, and she had never ridden any before.
She didn't mind his ridiculous looks. So Lad fell to my share,--a pretty
brown one that is as ea