Elsie laughed happily.
"I know—but this is a muslin. Aunt Kate seemed to want me to have it—and of course I'd love to have it, myself!"
Genevieve, for some reason, looked suddenly very happy, so much so that Harold, watching her, said quietly a minute later:
"Well, young lady, what's gone specially right with your world to-day?"
Genevieve laughed and blushed. She shook her head roguishly. Then suddenly she rejoined:
"I reckon one of my awfully bad things has turned out all good—that's all!"
True to his word, Mr. Hartley came on the twentieth. He was to be Mrs. Kennedy's guest until the start for Texas after school had closed.
"My, dearie! how fine and tall we are growing," he greeted his daughter affectionately. "Looks like Mr. Tim and the boys won't know you, I'm thinking!"
"Nonsense! Of course they will—and I can't hardly wait to see them, either," cried Genevieve.