Yes! she _would_ keep it, and return the other dresses, explaining that she really could not accept so much. But on second thoughts Cornelia had specially desired her to wear the net with the ruckings. ... Elma dropped the muslin on the bed, lifted the net blouse carefully from its wrappings, and held it before her to view the effect. Had mortal hands fashioned it, or had it dropped down ready-made from a fairyland where good spirits gathered pieces of cloud and sea-foam, and blew them together for the benefit of happy girlhood! Elma looked at herself in the glass; looked back at the blue glace silk and black surah on the bed, and thanked Heaven for Cornelia Briskett! Indeed and indeed she would wear the "rucked net to-night, and look her best in the eyes of..." And she would send back the white lawn, and say--_What_ should she say? Perhaps, after all, it would seem rather queer to keep the two more elaborate gowns, and send back the simplest. It might appear as if she did not consider it worthy of acceptance. She would keep them all; wear them all; enjoy them all; and oh, dear, sweet, kind, and most understanding Cornelia, if ever, ever, the time arrived when the gift could be returned, with what a full heart should it be offered! Pen, ink, and paper lay ready on the writing-table. Elma seated herself, and wrote her thanks:-- "You dear Fairy-Godmother,--At first I thought I couldn't, but I've tried on all three, and I simply _can't_ part from them. I don't know what mother will say, but I'm living just for the hour. I'm going to wear the net to-night, and if I look my best it will be _your_ doing, and I'll never forget it! It's just wonderful up here, but I feel wicked, for really and truly I'm not ill? Captain Guest asked me a hundred questions about you last night, and I told him such nice things, Cornelia! I wonder sometimes whether you are a witch, and upset the cart on purpose, but of course there _was_ the parrot! Madame is most kind, but I don't really _know_ her a scrap better than the moment we arrived. She wears lovely clothes. If it were not for you I should have to go downstairs to-night in an odd blouse and skirt, and feel a _worm_! I hope you'll come up to inquire. Come soon! Everyone wants to see you again. With a hundred thanks.--Your loving friend, Elma." "Why am I a `Moss Rose'?"