Nan held up her sweet red mouth to receive the warm kiss. "I shall be seeing your grandmother before long," said her friend, holding the girl's hands and looking tenderly at her.
"But she is in Europe."
"And are there no steamers that cross the ocean?"
"Are you going there, then?"
"That is my intention."
"Then, are you going to tell her about me? Will she care to know?" Nan paused before she said hesitatingly, "Would it make her very mad if I sent a kiss to her?"
"Dear child, no. It would make her very glad, and would help to ease her sad heart, I am sure."
"Then I'll do it. Take this, please." Nan pressed a hearty kiss on the lady's lips. "Then," she added: "I must tell mother, you know."
"Of course. You may tell her day after to-morrow that you met your godmother."
"My fairy godmother."