has come to you? It
doesn't make any difference what you wear."

"I don't think it's selfish for me to want to wear my own things,"
answered Bee with tears in her eyes. "You are not contented to let me
keep anything. You have just as many pretty things as I have; yet you
always want mine too."

"You are so superior to such things," remarked Adele, her lip quivering,
her face wearing the tiniest aggrieved expression. "Nobody thinks of
what you have on, but a poor little goosey like me has to be so careful.
I won't wear the hat, if you don't want me to; but I think you might let
me. You are getting awfully selfish."

Bee turned from her quickly and looked out of the window. Was she
selfish? It was true that formerly she had not minded letting Adele wear
her things. Why should she care now? A remembrance of Mrs. Medulla's
words came to her: "A winsome and lovable personality is worth all the
beauty in the world." After all, why should she permit a mere hat to
upset her temper, and spoil her afternoon?

"You may wear it, Adele," she said. "It does become you."

"You're a dear!" Adele ran to the glass to pin on the hat securely.
"What does a clever thing like you care about what you wear? You have a
mind above clothes."

"Yes; I dare say," remarked Bee abstractedly. "Are you ready to go down
now?"

Doctor Raymond was waiting for them, and they set forth. The air under
the great trees that bordered the road was balmy. The hot July sun
brought out the cool sweet smell of the leaves. Gleams of fire fell
through the boughs and dappled the soil at intervals. On these sunflakes
numerous fritillary butterflies with silver under wings were fluttering,
and countless flies were humming. Presently Adele darted aside with an
exclamation.

"It's a dead butterfly," she cried, holding the insect up to view. "It
was sitting so still on the thistle that I thought it was asleep. And
the poor little thing was dead all the time."

"It's shamming," said Doctor Raymond with a laugh. "That is one of the
tricks of The Painted Beauty. If we leave it alone for a few seconds we
shall find that it will come to life again."

He took the creature from her and laid it gently on the grass. They
waited, watching it curiously. All at once the apparently lifeless
butterfly began a slight vibration of its wings. Suddenly it rose and
was gone; as strong and free as ever.

Adele clapped her hands in delight, and Bee smiled. She was acquainted
with