proud to be just yourself, all alone, and nobody like you, anywhere. Now with me it's different—there's always two of me, and that makes me so common."
Bess laughed at first, and then she looked a little sober, when she saw that Twinny's face was really wistful. "Why, childie," she said, "could two great, sweet American Beauty roses ever be common?"
"No," said Twinny, her face brightening.
"And if they were both just as sweet as they could possibly be, wouldn't it be nicer to have two than one?"
"Yes," said Twinny, the smiles beginning to come.
"Well, then, don't you worry," said Bess, "just be sweet."
It was nine o'clock when we reached the dock and the day was warm and sunny and the sky blue with little fluffy white clouds floating southward, and every once in a while a little whiff of wind from up the lake would put a white cap on a blue wave. The boat wasn't very large; but it was not at all crowded, and so we all went back to the stern and fixed our chairs so that we could
