"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.