The saucy Banksiae laughed, running over their wires that theycling to like little kidren.

"You have got your wish," they exclaimed. "You are going to be a greatlady; they have made you into a Rosa Indica!"

A tea rose! Was it possible?

Was she going to belong at last to that grand and graceful order,which she had envied so long and vainly from afar?