"Mrs. Russel is going to dress me all up to-morrow in one of Dolly's prettiest dresses. I do have some streaks of luck."
CHAPTER XXII
FLORENCE WESTON'S MOTHER
Marian was studying Monday morning when Florence returned from Chicago. She burst into the room like a wind blown rose, even forgetting to close the door until she had hugged Marian and hugged her again.
"Now shut your eyes tight," she commanded, "and don't you open them until I tell you to. You remember when you asked me if I had a picture of my mother and I said I hadn't anything only common photographs? well, you just wait."
Marian closed her eyes while Florence dived into her satchel for a small package.
"I have something in a little red leather case that will make you stare, Marian dear, you just wait."
"Well, I am waiting," was the retort, "with my eyes shut so tight I can see purple and crimson spots by the million. Hurry up, why don't you? Is it a watch with your mother's picture in it?"