said on your grandmother's silver bowl?"

"Oh, I don't know. Something about giving and receiving."

"Yes. 'It is more blessed to give than to receive,' that's what it said,"
and Ellen looked hard at her companion, though with a very soft gaze, too;
for she loved this little girl because she had spent many a wakeful night
and busy day for her.

"Yes, I remember," returned Gladys. "Grandma had that put on because she
wanted me to know how much she would rather give me things than have people
give things to her. Anyway, Ellen, if you are going to be cross on my
birthday I wish mother had come with me, instead;" and a displeased cloud
came over the little-girl's face, which Ellen hastened to drive away by
changing the subject. She knew her master and mistress would reprove her
for annoying their idol. They always said, when their daughter was
unusually naughty or selfish, "Oh, Gladys will outgrow all these things. We
Won't make much of them."

By the time they reached the country station, Gladys's spirits were quite
restored and, carrying her doll, she left the train with Ellen.

Faith and Ernest were there to meet them. No wonder the children did not
recognize each other, for they had been so young when last they met; and
when Gladys's curious eyes fell upon the country girl, she felt like a
princess who comes to honor humble subjects with a visit.

Faith and Ernest had never thought about being humble subjects. Their rich
relative who lived in some unknown place and sometimes sent their mother
gifts of money and clothing had often roused their gratitude, and when she
had written that their cousin Gladys would like to visit the farm on her
birthday, they at once set their wits to work to think how they could make
her have a good time. They always had a good time themselves, and now that
vacation had begun, the days seemed very full of fun and sunshine. They
thought it must be hard to live in a city street as their mother had
described, it to them, and even though she was away now and could not
advise them, they felt as if they could make Gladys enjoy herself.

Faith's hair was shingled as short as her brother's, and her gingham frock
was clean and fresh. She watched each person descend from the train, and
when a pretty girl with brown eyes and curls appeared, carrying a large
doll, Faith's bright gaze grew brighter, and she was delighted to find that
it was Gladys. She took it for granted that kind-faced Ellen, so we