“Only—the most wonderful child I ever saw! Where did you come from?”
“Santa Felisa, California.”
“What are you doing here?”
Memory returned to her. What, indeed, was she doing there, when she had been told by her grandmother that she must be ready in just half-an-hour to “go and buy some decent clothes!”
“Caramba! I forgot!” And away flashed a white frock and a streaming mass of curly hair, without so much as a good-by to any of these new acquaintances.
CHAPTER VII.
STEENIE AND HER GRANDMOTHER.
Steenie had little difficulty in retracing her way along the avenue as far as that old street of the town on which her grandmother’s house stood; but she stopped, confused.
“It was a big white house with a lion on it.” Alas! they were all big white houses in that locality, and more than one had a “lion on it.”