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Gertrude Morgan.

"I'm a wonderful man," said Neal. "In fact I don't know but what I'm
about as great a person as you ever heard of. You can't mention my name
without alluding to it."

"I don't believe you are half as great as I am," retorted Gertrude,
"only I don't talk as much about it. Why, I am a queen."

"And I am a king. What kind of a queen are you?"

"I rule over a very important kingdom, and not only do I reign but I can
cook, too. I am one of those very convenient people to have about that
can turn their hand to almost anything, but I am chiefly celebrated for
my cookery. I made something nice one hot summer day--"

"Take care, Gertrude!" cried Cynthia; "I know you." And she wrote on her
card: "Gertrude Morgan--Queen of Hearts."

"Oh, come, Cynth, that's too bad!" exclaimed Neal. "I can't guess her at
all, but it's because I am so taken up reading a wonderful book when I
am very young, and making colored candles, and all that sort of thing."

"I thought you said you were a king!" said Gertrude.

"So I am; a terribly good sort, too."

At last Gertrude guessed him, and wrote "Alfred the Great" with his name
on her card.

Neal, however, could not discover who she was, not being as well posted
in "Mother Goose" as was Cynthia.

The one who was most mysterious was Edith. For a long time no one could
imagine who she was.

"I have had a great many adventures," she said, as they gathered about
her. "I have travelled to places that the rest of you have never been
to. I have played games with a duchess, and I have taken care of a
duchess's baby. A great many of my friends talk poetry. I have long
light hair, and sometimes I'm tall and sometimes I'm short."

"Never short, Edith, I'm sure," said Neal. Everyone laughed, for they
teased Edith about her stately height.

"I know you! I know you!" cried Cynthia, dancing with glee. "You told
too much that time," and she hastily scribbled "Alice in Wonderland" on
her card.

She herself, as the "Old woman who swept the cobwebs from the sky," was
easily guessed, much to her own chagrin.

At last each one had written twenty-four names on his or her card, and
they were given to Mrs. Franklin for inspection. Some funny mistakes
were made, and as they were read out they created much merriment.

Somebody thought Yankee Doodle must be Paul Revere, because he had been
spoken of as a rider; Julius Caesar and Columbus were hopelessly mixed,
both having mentioned th