"We're to share this room, and these two pretty beds are yours and
mine," said Polly.
"We could have had separate rooms, but I wanted you with me, and beside,
mamma said if you were with me, you couldn't be lonesome."
"Oh, I'd rather be with you," said little Sprite, "and what a lovely
room it is!"
She saw every dainty bit of color, every charming detail of the
furnishings, she saw the river as she looked from the windows, and the
vines peeping in at the windows, and she wondered how it had happened
that she now possessed such dear friends, who vied with each other in
making her their little guest.
She opened her suit case, and took from it a pale blue frock, with a
ribbon of the same tint for her hair.
The frock was of soft mull, and its coloring was like that of a pale
aqua marine.
She combed out her long, waving hair, and quickly tied it with the
blue ribbon, then, her hand tightly clasped in Polly's, descended the
stairs.
Arthur Sherwood entered the hall just in time to see the two pretty
figures on the stairway.
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