"I haven't grown an inch this year," she declared ruefully. "And I am afraid I never will be any taller. It's queer, when all the rest of you are large." "You are just right," said her father. "You will be my little girl all your life long." Doctor Joe comforted her with the asseveration that he liked little women, "honest and true;" and Daisy also insisted she was just right. "For you see how admirably your head goes down on my shoulder; and if we were the same size, we should be bumping heads. Queen Victoria is only five feet, and she is very queenly." "But I am not queenly." "No, but you could be, if you set about it." She had some frocks to wear out that could not be let down; and her mother settled the question according to that for the present. There was another thing that gave her a vague suspicion of being grown up, and that was cards. The "quality" used visiting-cards; but it would have been considered underbred and pretentious to sow them around in the modern manner. They were kept for state occasions. Of course Dolly and Margaret had them; and Hanny thought Joseph B. Underhill, M. D., looked extremely elegant. Jim had some written ones in exquisite penmanship. He had not given up society because one girl had proved false and deceitful. He made a point of bowing distantly to Mrs. Williamson, and flushed even now at the thought of having been such a ninny! Daisy Jasper's name was on her mother's cards. But you couldn't persuade Mrs. Underhill into any such nonsense. She declared if Joe brought her home any, she would put them in the fire. One day, however, he dropped a small white box into Hanny's lap, as she sat in his easy-chair, studying her lessons. It was too small for confectionery; it might be--she had coveted a pair of bracelets. So she looked up with an inquiring smile. "Open it, and see if they suit." She was sure then it was bracelets. There was white tissue-paper and something stiff. She tumbled the contents out in her lap. A few cards fell the plain side up. She turned one over. In very delicate script she saw-- "Miss Nan Underhill." "Oh!" with a cry of delight. They called her Nan altogether at Stephen's, and the school-girls wrote her name in that manner. She often used it in writing notes. It looked so very attractive now. "Oh, you lovely Joe!" "They are nice to use with your girl-friends. There are a great many little society regulations that show refinement and good breeding, and I want you to observe them. When you get to be a middle-aged woman, Hannah Ann will look solid and dignified. I consulted Daisy and Mrs. Jasper, and both approved." "Just a thousand thanks," and she threw up her arms to bring his face down within kissing reach. The long skirt was settled by a rather peculiar circumstance.