Queen Elizabeth would be grand! In fancy, she saw herself in a stiff, quilted satin petticoat, and long, heavy train of crimson velvet, edged with ermine; a huge ruff round her neck, and a gorgeous gilt crown! This would be fine. Yet there was something very attractive about the idea of Pocahontas; an Indian costume trimmed with gay fringes and beads; leather leggings, and tall quill-feathers sticking up round her head; a bow and arrow, perhaps, and a quiver slung from one shoulder! Yes, it was enticing, but the Queen’s costume was grander and even more enticing in color and glitter. So Betty wrote her own name, and then wrote “Queen Elizabeth” below it, and the papers were all gathered up. Miss Whittier dismissed the girls then, and said she would tell them definitely the next day what character each should have, and, moreover, she asked them not to tell any one about the entertainment, nor to tell each other what rôle they had chosen. So, as the girls were conscientious in these matters, they did not tell each other what parts they wished to take, but many and eager discussions were held about the details of the great occasion. Betty told her mother of the choice she had made, as the pledge of secrecy did not include mothers. Mrs. McGuire smiled at the idea of Betty robed as Queen Elizabeth, but she said: “Well, at any rate, you look quite as much like Elizabeth as any of the other girls. And we’ll fix up a fine costume for you. I’ll find a picture of the Queen in her most gorgeous robes, and we’ll have it copied as nearly as possible.” “And I must have a lot of jewels!” said Betty, clasping her hands ecstatically at the thought of such grandeur. “Yes,” said Mrs. McGuire; “you may wear my necklace, and perhaps Grandma will lend you some large old-fashioned brooches. I think we need not be so very particular as to their being really of the Elizabethan period.” “Oh, no; any glittery things will do. I think we ought to try some necklaces of big imitation gems.” “Perhaps we shall! At any rate, we’ll copy the picture as nearly as we can.” “And it will be a gorgeous costume, won’t it? Oh, I’m glad now I didn’t choose Pocahontas!” “What sort of speech do you have to make, Betty?” “I don’t know, Mother. Miss Whittier has them, all type-written, and she will give them to us soon, she said. But I’ll not have any trouble to learn it. I can learn things to recite so easily.” “Yes, your memory is wonderful. And I suppose one of the teachers will train you.” “Yes, in gestures and expression. Oh, Mother, won’t it be fun?” “Yes, girlie? I know it’s just the sort of fun you like.” “Oh, I do; I’ll walk like this.” Catching up her slumber-robe from the couch, Betty held it from her shoulders like a court train, and walked across the room with stiff, stagy strides, holding her head very high. “Hello, your Majesty, what are you doing?” said Jack, appearing at the door.