"Pink hair ribbons!" Barbara Thurston's brown, bright face seemed to twinkle all over, as she clinked a yellow coin on the marble top of the little sewing table. "Silk stockings!" chorused Mollie Thurston gleefully. "Wasn't it the luckiest thing that the hotel people wanted so many berries this year!" And she, too, sent a gold piece spinning over the smooth surface. "But, perhaps, we won't be invited after all," she sighed.