"Well, this one is yours, goosey. You're a funny girl, Bee, not to know your own hat. I have been trying mine on, then I thought I'd wear yours to meet you. And oh, Bee! the pictures have come too."
"What? Our photographs?" exclaimed Bee eagerly.
"Why Aunt Annie thought that we wouldn't have them for a week yet. Where are they, Adele?"
"In the library. I never knew you to be so concerned about your picture before, Bee."
"I am going to send one to father," observed Bee as she hurried into the house. "It's come just in time to go out with the letter."
"But do come up stairs first, Bee, and see my new hat. Wouldn't you like to see it?"
"I'd rather see the pictures," answered Bee making a dash for the library, flinging her hat in one direction and her books in another as she did so.
"Mamma won't like it if she sees your things lying about," observed her cousin following her into the library.
"I'll pick them up just as soon as I see the photographs," said Bee impatiently as she took up the pictures.
"Oh, Adele! how pretty you do look in yours; but mine—Oh, dear! it certainly leaves much to be desired."