"But I saw a picture that had a little girl with a veil and a lady with a veil," said Mary Jane, "and I want to wear the big pink one, I do." "Suppose you take it instead of wearing it," suggested Mrs. Merrill. "Then you’ll have it if you need it, and you won’t be bothered taking it off if you don’t need it." So Mary Jane went out to the car carrying a long floating veil of pink chiffon, and from her grand manner it was plain to see that again she felt "just like a princess." Mrs. Merrill sat with Mrs. Humphrey in the big back seat and Alice and Mary Jane sat on the chairs just in front of them. Mary Jane was much thrilled by the dignified looks of the middle-aged chauffeur and when Mrs. Humphrey said, "We’re ready now, Higgins, drive down the south shore the way we like best, you know the route?" she couldn’t keep her enthusiasm to herself. "I think Higgins is an awfully nice name," she confided to Mrs. Humphrey. "I read a book, that is, mother read it to me, and it had a Higgins in it and I liked him a lot. I always thought I’d like to talk to a Higgins. "Does yours talk again?" she added as she saw no sign of conversation in the straight shoulder before her. Mrs. Humphrey’s lip twitched. How explain to eager little Mary Jane that Higgins was so dignified everyone had to be careful of his feelings? Higgins was the most dignified of all the story-book Higginses ever invented! So she merely said, "I think he’s rather busy driving just now, and we want to have a careful driver, don’t we dear?" And then, in an effort to change the subject she added, "Isn’t that a lovely garden?" But Mary Jane wasn’t that easily diverted and Higgins was very much on her mind—as Mrs. Humphrey was to discover later. *FUN ON THE BEACH* The drive down the south shore was very beautiful; the girls both enjoyed the glimpses they saw of Quincy, Hingham and Neponset—the quaint old-fashioned houses, so different from anything they had ever seen before, the lovely gardens and the view of the bay and various inlets that they caught from time to time. The road was good and the powerful car dashed along under the wide spreading trees that edged the roads. The girls were much refreshed by this sort of entertainment. But Mary Jane was disappointed by one thing—it wasn’t really windy enough to _need_ a veil. And she did want to wear one. As they neared the ocean though, they felt a stronger breeze, a breeze that came gustily through the open windows of the limousine, and she felt justified in using the veil she had carried over her arm. It wasn’t particularly easy to adjust a veil two yards long while they were driving so rapidly, and Alice had to help her sister, for Mary Jane insisted in putting it entirely over her hat and tying it under her chin.