to.

"I felt sure you and Mother would want something I
had made myself, and I hope you will like the
color of the shawl; Mrs. Randolph thought it very
pretty. I chose the little daisy pin for Undine,
because I liked it so much myself. I am so glad
you have all grown so fond of her, and that she is
happy, and doesn't worry so much about not
remembering.

"Beverly is calling me to go for a ride, so I must
stop writing. Heaps of hugs and kisses for
everybody from

"Your own
"MARJORIE."

CHAPTER XX

MARJORIE SEES A PHOTOGRAPH

"DON'T you think there is always something very sad about last days in
places?"

Beverly laughed, and cast an amused glance at his companion's sober
face. He and Marjorie were trotting leisurely along a road where the
trees met overhead in summer, although now the boughs were leafless, and
there was a light covering of snow on the ground. It was their last
afternoon in Virginia, and they were making the most of it, despite a
lowering sky, and a frostiness in the air, which threatened more snow
before night.

"Just think," Marjorie went on mournfully, "I sha'n't have another ride
for five whole months. School doesn't close till the first of June."

"Why don't you ride in the park? Lots of girls do, you know. Ask your
uncle to hire a horse for you from the riding academy."

Marjorie blushed.

"I don't like to," she said, frankly. "Uncle Henry and Aunt Julia are
doing so much for me already, I don't think I ought to ask for anything
more. Elsie doesn't ride in New York."

"Well, I have no doubt she could if she wanted to. I imagine Miss Elsie
generally gets what she wants."

"You don't like Elsie, do you?" The words were out before Marjorie
realized she had uttered them. The next moment she wished she had not
asked the question.

"No, I don't," said Beverly, honestly.

"I'm sorry; I wish you did; she's so clever, and--and there are lots of
nice things about her. You see, she is an only child, and her father and
mother worship her. I suppose she can't help being a little spoiled."

"Well, you are an only child, too, and I have no doubt your family are
as fond of you as Elsie's are of her, but you are not spoiled."

Marjorie was silent. She felt that loyalty to her cousin required