in nice too. One can't do both."

"Can't one?" asked Bee thoughtfully. "I should think that the skin would
need air and sunshine just like the flowers, and the butterflies, and
all other pretty growing things."

"Mamma always puts her lillies in the shade, doesn't she?" queried Adele
laughing. "It keeps them white, and that's the reason she tells me to
keep on my hat. Tan and freckles may be healthful, but they are not
pretty. At least she doesn't think so. Do you know the reason that I
always give Dolly Madison as my favorite character in history, Bee?"

"No. I have wondered about it. I should think you would prefer Queen
Elizabeth, or Joan of Arc, or somebody like them. I like women who do
things. Miss Rosa Bonheur, Miss Herschel, or Grace Darling suit me
better."

"Well, I like Dolly best because I sympathize with her. When she was a
little girl her mother cut holes in her sunbonnet, and tied her hair
through them so that she couldn't throw it off. She had a pretty skin
too, and her mother didn't want it to get tanned, or sun-burned. I
always think of what Dolly had to go through whenever I want to throw
off my hat, and it helps me to keep it on. I know just how she felt
about that everlasting bonnet. But after a while, you know, she became
the mistress of the White House."

Bee laughed outright.

"Is that the reason that you are taking such good care of your
complexion?" she asked teasingly. "I never thought it of you, Adele."

"Laugh if you want to," retorted Adele.

"Isn't Professor Lawrence always telling the boys that one of them may
be President of the United States some day, and that every one of them
is eligible? Now the President has to have a wife, doesn't he? Well, I
never could see why a girl mightn't look forward to being the Mistress
of the White House as well as a boy might expect to be President."

"If having a perfect complexion is one of the essentials toward becoming
the Mistress of the White House you are right in line for the position,"
said Bee wiping her eyes. "Never mind, Adele! I was just having a little
fun. Your skin is lovely, and I expect I would be just as careful as you
are if it were mine. I wonder how it would feel to be a beauty!"

"It's a great responsibility," declared Adele with a toss of her head.
"There is so much to live up to. If I am the least bit untidy some one
is sure to say: 'Such a pretty girl should always be neat and dainty.'
Or, 'beauty and dirt don't go to