Come in. I want to know you. My name is Gwen
Harcourt. What's yours?"
"I am Sprite Seaford," was the gentle answer.
"My whole name is Gwendolen Armitage Harcourt. Rather grand, isn't
it?" Gwen asked, her hands on her hips, and her feet wide apart.
"Mine is just Sprite Seaford," she said, quietly.
"Don't you wish you had a middle name?" said Gwen. "It sounds fine."
"I don't think I care," said Sprite.
Gwen was rather surprised that Sprite seemed little interested.
"Come over here," she said, "and I'll show you something I guess you
never saw before."
Without waiting to learn if Sprite cared to go, Gwen grasped her arm,
and literally tugged her inside the gateway.
"See these rose bushes?" she asked.
"Well, they're out of blossom now, but they had much as, oh, I guess
a hundred roses on them all at one time!"
Then seeing Sprite's look of surprise, she decided to enlarge her
story.
"I guess there must have been a _thousand_, now I think of it," she
said. "Papa paid twenty dollars a piece for them, and maybe it was
more than that.
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