Bee and Butterfly
"I don't mind a bit, Bee." Adele came into the room quickly. "Where is the address?"
"Here!" Bee moved a slip of paper on the desk toward her. "He is to be in Egypt this month."
"Just think of it," commented Adele bending over the desk. "That's a long way off. Shall I put the picture in for you, Bee?"
But Bee had already left the room. Adele directed the envelope in her best hand, then picked up her cousin's photograph, and looked at it critically.
"Poor Bee!" she said aloud. "It isn't very good of her. I'd hate to have my father think I looked like that if he was far away from me. And Bee is much better looking. I suppose Uncle William won't mind though, as she is his daughter. Now if it were my picture--"
She placed her own picture beside that of Bee's, and gazed at it complacently. Suddenly she gave a little ripple of lau