Little Sprite Seaford had learned the song in her home by the sea. Its words were tender, its melody graceful and sweet, but Gwen Harcourt cared little for music. Her only thought was to startle Sprite. With this delightful thought in her mind, she waited until Sprite was about to pass the post, when she slipped to the ground directly in front of her, causing her to "jump," and drop half of her flowers.
"Oh, how you frightened me!" she cried, as Gwen peeped impudently right into her face.
"Mustn't be a 'fraidie cat'!" she cried, then—"Here! I'll pick up your flowers."
With haste she snatched the flowers from the sidewalk, and thrusting them into Sprite's hand, she said:
"This is where I live. 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.