As she spoke there was a knock at the door, and a maid brought in a package for Lloyd.  “Oh, look, girls!” she exclaimed, holding up a tiny pair of silver embroidery scissors, Fidelia’s parting gift They were evidently something that had been given her, for the little silver sheath into which they were thrust was beautifully engraved in old English letters with the name “Fidelia.”  Around them was wrapped a strip of rumpled paper on which was scrawled:  “For you to remember me by.  That day you took me to the Gate of the Giant Scissors was the best time I ever had.”

“Poor little thing!” exclaimed Betty.  “To think that she was afraid to go in, for fear that she didn’t belong to the kingdom, and that the scissors might leap down and drive her back.”

“Oh, if I had only known!” sighed Lloyd, remorsefully.  “I feel too mean for anything!  If I’d only believed that it was because she hadn’t been brought up to know any bettah that she acted so horrid, and that all the time she really wanted to be liked!  Mothah told me I ought to put myself in her place, and make allowances for her, but I didn’t want to even try, and I nevah was nice to her but once—­that time I gave her the candy.  Then I was only pretendin’ I cared for her, just for fun.  I didn’t want her to go with us to the Scissahs gate that day.  Mothah made me invite her.  I fussed about it.  I’m goin’ to write to her the minute I finish polishin’ my nails, and tell her how sorry I am that I didn’t leave a kindah memory behind me.”

They rubbed away in silence for a few minutes, then Lloyd spoke again.  “I suahly have enough things now to remind me about the memory roads I am tryin’ to leave behind me for everybody.  Every time I look at this little ring it says ‘A Road of the Loving Heart.’  And the scissahs will recall the fairy tale.  It was only unselfish service that kept them bright and shining, and only those who belonged to the kingdom of loving hearts could go in at the gate.  Then there’s the Red Cross of Geneva on Hero’s collah—­there couldn’t be a moah beautiful memory than the one left by all who have wo’n that Red Cross.”

“Yes,” said Betty, holding up a hand to inspect the pink finger nails now polished to her satisfaction.  “And there is the white flower that the two little Knights of Kentucky wear.  Keith said that his badge meant the same thing to him that my ring does to me.  Their motto is ‘Right the wrong.’  That’s what the Giant Scissors always did, and that’s what Robert Louis Stevenson tried to do for the Samoan chiefs.  That is why they loved him and built the road.”

“Funny, how they all sing the same song,” said Eugenia.  “It’s just the same, only they sing it in different keys.”

After Betty and Eugenia had gone to their rooms, Lloyd sat a long time toying with the silver scissors, before writing her note of acknowledgment.  The sheath was of hammered silver, and around the name was a beautifully wrought design of tiny clustered grapes.