Then some one untied her brown velvet hood and loosened her long sealskin coat.
"Let me take off your things," said Rose.
Hazel looked up and into the loveliest face she ever remembered to have seen.
"I 'm Rose, and this is May. May, this is the valentine Martie told us of."
"I tiss 'oo," said May, winningly, and held up her rosy bud of a face to Hazel. Hazel stooped to give her, not one, but a half-dozen kisses. There was no resisting such a little blossom.
May put up her hand and stroked the little silk skull-cap.
"What 'oo wear tap for?"
"Sh! baby," said Rose, horrified, putting her hand on May's mouth.
"Oh, don't do that," said Hazel, "I 'm so used to it now; I don't mind what people say or think. But I did at first."
May's lip began to quiver and roll over; Hazel sat down on the settle, and, drawing May up beside her, said gently:--