Chapter 36 XVIToC

Henrietta sat on the edge of Sally's bed, swinging her little feet, which hardly touched the floor,-she had only to raise the tips and they swung clear,-and she was as smiling, as pretty, as dainty, as inconsequent, and as charming as ever. At least, Sally seemed to find her charming and so, it is to be presumed, did Dick. Sally, with a little smil