"No, I do not; but she was a little beauty," laughed the merchant, as he wrapped up the fan and handed it to his customer.
The handsome stranger bowed and hastily withdrew with his purchase. In the street he paused, and looked up and down.
Seeing Queenie's graceful little figure half a square ahead of him, he slowly walked on after her.
Little Queenie went into a dry goods store, and invested the price of her fan in a nice quality of white tarleton. She told the obliging clerk where to send the package, and dropping her veil over her sweet face, hurried homeward.
"Queenie, oh, Queenie, come in," called Georgina, as she was passing the open door of the dressing-room. "Only think—something so perfectly splendid has happened. Guess what it is."
"You have been buying some more finery, I suppose," answered the young girl, seeing a large box in the center of the floor.
"Uncle Rob has sent us another box from Paris," announced Sydney, triumphantly.
"Dresses and jewelry both," added Mrs. Lyle, joyfully.
"You can go to the ball as fine as a queen now," laughed Georgina, diving down into the box and bringing out a parcel which she placed in Queenie's hands.