Whether it was on Rock's account or not, it is true that when the queen's chariot, as Rock called it, was driven up for Eleanor and Florence, no one was louder in his cheers than Don, and despite the old grievances, Eleanor could not help being pleased by this evidence of Don's good-will, and she drove off as happy as a little girl could be, followed by shouts of "Long live Queen Eleanor!" Spice shaking his mane and evidently in high feather at such a frolic.
"Has my dear daughter had a happy day?" asked Eleanor's mother as she kissed her good-night.
"So happy, mamma." There was little pause, then Eleanor said: "Don has to pick strawberries all day Saturday, for Mr. Snyder, and Rock is going to help him. May Florence and Bubbles and I go too? We can take Jessie and get through a lot."
"I cannot allow you to pick berries all day, dear, but you may spend a part of the afternoon in that way if you want to. Rock can do as he chooses, of course, but, how comes it that you are asking permission for Bubbles?"
"Don likes us all now," returned the child, "and Bubbles says if we pick for him, why, she will too, but I don't believe Olive will ever care for any of us."
"Perhaps she will. If one goes right along and does the best she knows how, after a while even her enemies will see her as she really is. What do you think Cousin Ellen said to me to-day when we stood together in Mr. Atkinson's garden looking at the May party?"
"I don't know. What did she say, mamma?"
"She said: 'Eleanor makes a very sweet little queen, doesn't she?'"
"Oh, mamma, truly?"
"Yes, truly. I think Mr. Snyder and Doctor Sullivan and—Don, perhaps, have had something to do with her change of opinion. At all events, we may hope that even Olive will be friends with you yet."