the chariot. All the sky was gold and purple, all the world bathed
in a soft, red light, and the little girl was very happy as she
looked down at the subjects who had served her so faithfully that
day.

"Have you had a good time, Marjy?" asked King William; who stood
below, with his royal nose on a level with her majesty's two dusty
little shoes.

"Oh, Billy, it has been just splendid! But I don't see why you
should all be so kind to me," answered Marjorie, with such a look of
innocent wonder, that Billy laughed to see it.

"Because you are so sweet and good, we can't help loving
you,--that's why," he said, as if this simple fact was reason
enough.

"I'm going to be the best girl that ever was, and love everybody in
the world," cried the child, stretching out her arms as if ready, in
the fulness of her happy heart, to embrace all creation.

"Don't turn into an angel and fly away just yet, but come home, or
granny will never lend you to us any more."

With that, Billy jumped her down, and away they ran, to ride gayly
back through the twilight, singing like a flock of nightingales.

As she went to bed that night, Marjorie looked at the red bank, the
pretty picture, and the daisy crown, saying to herself,--