"Yes, I would. I'd love to. Do, Gladys, do, and see what happens."
Gladys curved her lips scornfully, but the strong wish sprang in her thought, and with a careless movement she pulled off the silver cover.
Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew as big as possible; for she had wished for the prince, and there he was, creeping about in the bowl and lifting his little head in wonder at his surroundings.
"Why, Faith!" was all she could say. "Where did it come from?"
"The brook, of course," returned Faith, clapping her hands in delight at her cousin's amazement. "Take him out and let's see whether he's red or plain ivory underneath."
"Will he scrabble?" asked Gladys doubtfully.
"No-o," laughed Faith.
So the little city girl took up the turtle and lo, he was as beautiful a red as the one of the afternoon.
"Isn't he lovely!" she exclaimed, not quite liking to look her cousin in the eyes. "Where shall I put him for to-night?"
"We'll put a little water in your wash-bowl, not much, for they are so smart about climbing out."