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Mary laughed and, obeying a sudden impulse, bent and kissed Miss Sally’s cheek.

“We’ll come then,” she promised. “Please look upon us as your ‘steady company’ henceforth.”

The girls kept their word. Thereafter, nearly every Saturday of the summer found them taking tea with Miss Sally at Golden Gate. Sometimes they came alone; sometimes they brought other girls. It soon became a decided “fad” in their set to go to see Miss Sally. Everybody who met her loved her at sight. It was considered a special treat to be taken by the Seymours to Golden Gate.

As for Miss Sally, her cup of happiness was almost full. She had “company” to her heart’s content and of the very kind she loved–bright, merry, fun-loving girls who devoured her dainties with a frank zest that delighted her, filled the quaint old rooms with laughter and life, and chattered to her of all their plans and frolics and hopes. There was just one little cloud on Miss Sally’s fair sky.

“If only Cousin Abner’s girls would come!” she once said wistfully to Mary. “Nobody can quite take the place of one’s own, you know. My heart yearns after them.”

Mary was very silent and thoughtful as she drove back to Trenton that night. Two days afterwards, she went to Mrs. Gardiner’s lawn party. The Reed girls were there. They were tall, fair, handsome girls, somewhat too lavishly and pronouncedly dressed in expensive gowns and hats, and looking, as they felt, very much on the outside of things. They brightened and bridled, however, when Mrs. Gardiner brought Mary Seymour up and introduced her. If there was one thing on earth that the Reed girls longed for more than another it was to “get in” with the Seymour girls.

After Mary had chatted with them for a few minutes in a friendly way, she said, “I think we have a mutual friend in Miss Sally Temple of Golden Gate, haven’t we? I’m sure I’ve heard her speak of you.”

The Reed girls flushed. They did not care to have the rich Seymour girls know of their connection with that queer old cousin of their father’s who lived in that out-of-the-world spot up-country.

“She is a distant cousin of ours,” said Beatrice carelessly, “but we’ve never met her.”

“Oh, how much you have missed!” said Mary frankly. “She is the sweetest and most charming little lady I have ever met, and I am proud to number her among my friends. Golden Gate is such an idyllic little spot, too. We go there so often that I fear Miss Sally will think we mean to outwear our welcome. We hope to have her visit us in town this winter. Well, good-by for now. I’ll tell Miss Sally I’ve met you. She will be pleased to hear about you.”

When Mary had gone, the Reed girls looked at each other.

“I suppose we ought to have gone to see Cousin Sally before,” said Beatrice. “Father said we ought to.”

“How on earth did the Seymours pick her up?” said Helen. “Of course we must go and see her.”

Go they did. The very next day Miss Sally’s cup of happiness brimmed right over, for Cousin Abner’s girls came to Golden Gate at last. They were very nice to her, too. Indeed, in spite of a good deal of snobbishness and false views of life, they were good-hearted girls under it all; and some plain common sense they had inherited from their father came to the surface and taught them to see that Miss Sally was a relative of whom anyone might be proud. They succumbed to her charm, as the others had done, and thoroughly enjoyed their visit to Golden Gate. They went away promising to come often again; and I may say right here that they kept their promise, and a real friendship grew up between Miss Sally and “Cousin Abner’s girls” that was destined to work wonders for the latter, not only socially and mentally but spiritually as well, for it taught them that sincerity and honest kindliness of heart and manner are the best passports everywhere, and that pretence of any kind is a vulgarity not to be tolerated. This took time, of course. The Reed girls could not discard their snobbishness all at once. But in the end it was pretty well taken out of them.

Miss Sally never dreamed of this or the need for it. She loved Cousin Abner’s girls from the first and always admired them exceedingly.

“And then it is so good to have your own folks coming as company,” she told the Seymour girls. “Oh, I’m just in the seventh heaven of happiness. But, dearies, I think you will always be my favourites–mine and Juliana’s. I’ve plenty of company now and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Oh, no,” said Mary quickly. “Miss Sally, your company comes to you for just your own sake. You’ve made Golden Gate a veritable Mecca for us all. You don’t know and you never will know how much good you have done us. You are so good and true and sweet that we girls all feel as if we were bound to live up to you, don’t you see? And we all love you, Miss Sally.”

“I’m so glad,” breathed Miss Sally with shining eyes, “and so is Juliana.”