"I wish she had been here to see the Garden of Verses and our costumes," said Polly, who was quite carried away by the morning's performance.
"Oh, I suppose she sees much finer things in England," said Molly. "I suppose she dresses much finer, too, than we do. Why, there are kings and queens and princesses over there, and they wear ermine and crowns and tiaras."
"I haven't the least idea what a tiara is," said Polly.
"I don't know exactly myself," acknowledged Molly, "but I know it is something you wear on your head and it is studded with diamonds or some kind of precious stones."
"Maybe it is some kind of hat," ventured Polly.
Molly wasn't quite sure, but she wondered if Mary would have one. "At least she can tell us what it is like," she remarked to Polly.
Mrs. Shelton had hurried from the room to tell the news to her brother and the little girls were left in the library alone. Molly was thinking very seriously. Presently she said: "Polly Perrine, if you will never, never tell any one, I'll tell you something. Cross your heart you won't tell."
Polly promptly crossed her heart. "I won't tell," she assured her cousin.
"Then," said Molly looking furtively around, "I am not sure I am glad Mary is coming."
"Oh, why not?" asked Polly, looking the least bit shocked.