“I think, Miette, you ought really to put on one of my white gowns this afternoon—you look so somber in black, and all white is just as deep mourning as black, you know,” said Dorothy.
“If you would like me to, I shall do it,” replied Miette, “although I shall feel very strange to wear anything but black.”
“It will really be good for you,” urged Dorothy. “You know, they say that black is actually hard on the nerves.”
So it happened that when the lunch bell rang it was a new Miette that came down with Dorothy.
Even Major Dale remarked upon the improvement.
“Well, you see,” said Miette, “when Dorothy wants anything she is sure of getting it. I have often heard that some people have fairies helping them, and I am sure Dorothy’s fairy is very good to her.”
Mrs. White reminded the girls they were not to go off the grounds after lunch, “for the lawyer may want to see you,” she told them.
The early afternoon train brought the expected gentleman—Mr. Pierce by name, of the law firm of Pierce & Sloan, New York City.
He was the same gentleman whom Mrs. White had met in the city, and when he recognized Miette he remarked upon her improved appearance.
“You have gained in the few days,” he said kindly, “I am sure these new friends know how to take care of—lost girls,” he finished with a smile.