her to give her things, you know."

"They have _lots_ of things. They have a great deal more fun in winter than
I do," returned Gladys hotly.

Ellen patted her. "You have too much, Gladys," she replied kindly. "When I
said this morning that you were unlucky, you couldn't understand it; but
perhaps this visit to the farm will make you see differently. There's such
a thing as having too much, dear, and that sentence on your silver bowl is
as true as true. Now there's the supper bell. Let me wash your face."

Gladys was deeply offended, but she was also hungry, and she began to
wonder if there would be apple-butter and cottage cheese again.

There was, and the little girl did full justice to the supper, especially
to aunt Martha's good bread and butter; but when the meal was over she
refused to go out and romp on the lawn with her cousins.

"Gladys isn't used to so much running around," said Ellen pleasantly to the
other children. "I guess she's a pretty sleepy girl and will get into bed
early."

So when Ellen had helped aunt Martha with the supper dishes, Gladys went
upstairs with her, to go to bed.

She was half undressed when some one knocked softly, and Faith came into
the room. The silver bowl stood on a table near the door, and the little
girl paused to look at it and examine the wreath of roses around its edge.
"I never saw one so handsome," she said. Then she came forward. "I thought
perhaps you'd let me see you undress Vera," she added.

"She is undressed," answered Gladys shortly.

"Oh, yes!" Faith went up to the bed where the doll lay in its nightdress.
"May I make her speak once?"

"No, I'm afraid you might hurt her," returned Gladys shortly, and Ellen
gave her a reproachful look. Gladys didn't care! How could a girl expect to
be so selfish as Faith, and then have everybody let her do just what she
wanted to?

Faith drew back from the bed. "I wish you'd let me see you wish once on
your bowl before I go away," she said.

"How silly," returned Gladys. "Do you suppose I believe in such things? You
can wish on it yourself, if you like."

"Oh, that wouldn't be any use," returned Faith eagerly, "because it only
works for the one it belongs to."

"Perhaps you wouldn't like to have me make a wish and get it," said
Gladys, thinking of the baby prince's lovely polished tints and bewitching
little tail.

"Yes, I would. I'd _love_ to. Do, Gladys, do, and see what happens."

Gladys curved her lips scornfu