"Mrs. Harcourt is spoiling her little
daughter as fast as she can. I had promised to stay a week," she
continued, "but I think I will make some excuse and leave here day
after to-morrow. I am very fond of Mrs. Harcourt, but the child is so
unpleasant that I can not remain."
The two friends were in the room that they had shared during their
visit. In another room Mrs. Harcourt was changing Gwen's frock, and
ribbons, to make her yet more attractive when she should appear at
lunch. A less beautiful costume, and a bit of training in ordinary
rules of courtesy, would have been far more beneficial. Mrs. Harcourt
felt that Gwen must, at all times, be daintily dressed, but she
permitted her to do or say whatever she chose, and at times when she
was hopelessly rude, the silly mother thought her charming.
In the big hammock the three playmates still were swinging.
"Come!" said Polly, "let's walk around the garden, and when we come
to the terrace, we'll sit down, and listen to the story that Rose
promised to tell."
"No, the story that Sprite was to tell!" cried Rose.
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