"There were a number of little girls who only came here last week, so we weren't much acquainted with them, but they were all very nice, and he said he had as fine a time as we did," said Dorothy. She climbed into a large hammock, and with Nancy beside her, sat swinging, and thinking of the day that had been so delightfully spent. Mrs. Fenton came out upon the piazza, and, instead of sitting down, seemed to be looking for something. "Can I help you?" said Nancy, slipping from the hammock, and hastening toward her. "I've mislaid my glasses," she said, "and I can't find them." She did not thank Nancy for so kindly offering to help her, but Nancy seemed not to notice that. She peeped under chairs, lifted their cushions, and even looked between folds of newspapers that lay near at hand, but the glasses were not in sight. "How trying!" said Mrs. Fenton, "I have some letters that I wish to read, and I can't read them until my glasses are found." "Did you use them anywhere but just here?" Nancy asked. Mrs. Fenton stood for a moment thinking. "Seems to me I _did_ have them in the dining-room," she said. "I'll go and ask the waitresses if they have seen them," said Nancy, as she ran toward the hall. She paused in the doorway, amazed at what she saw. Floretta, with a pair of eyeglasses upon her small nose, was walking up and down the room, as nearly as possible, in Mrs. Fenton's manner, and exactly imitating her voice, while a group of waitresses, the cook, and two kitchen maids laughed, and applauded her. She cared not who composed her audience, so long as she obtained applause. Floretta was, evidently, quite herself once more! "Oh, Floretta!" cried Nancy, "you mustn't, truly you mustn't. Give me the glasses. Mrs. Fenton is looking everywhere for them!" "Well, I shan't give them to you!" said Floretta, rudely. "You aren't Mrs. Fenton." "But I've been helping her to hunt for them. She has some letters she wants to read, and she can't till she has her glasses," insisted Nancy. "Then let her come for them!" cried Floretta, when a quiet voice spoke. "Very well, I _have_ come for them," it said, and there in the doorway stood Mrs. Fenton. The silly maids who had laughed so loudly, now hastily disappeared in the kitchen. Floretta dropped the glasses upon the table, and then, wholly ashamed, crawled under it, where Mrs. Fenton's sharp eyes might not look at her. Mrs. Fenton took the glasses, and without another word, swept from the room. Nancy, waiting in the hall, crept softly toward her, and gently laid her hand on the lady's arm. "I'm _so_ sorry she did that. I wish I could have got the glasses from her, and brought them to you before you came to find them. Then you needn't have known how naughty,--" Nancy caught her breath.