's like me then. My name isn't really Beth."
"'Deed?" he asked with polite interest.
"It's Elizabeth, but I'm called that only when I have tantrums."
"What am dem, missy?"
"Well," she blushingly stammered, "I sometimes forget to be good, and then I can't help having them--tantrums, you know. Just like the little girl with the curl who, when she was bad, was horrid. January, are you ever horrid?"
He looked self-conscious. "Law, missy, I nebber tinks I am, but Titus 'lows I am, but he don't know much nohow."
Dolly whinnied again, which recalled Beth's thoughts to the horse. "Who owns Dolly, January?"
"Law, missy, didn't I tole yo' dat she 'longs to yer paw now?"
Beth was so excited that she jumped to her feet, and began to clap her hands.
Her antics made her parents and Marian smile as they came from the hotel.
"Mamma, she's our horse. January said so. Dolly, do you like me?"
Dolly pricked up her ears as if she understood, and whinnied.
"She wants some sugar," declared