Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-10-26

only five, and had
N I hardly ever been
| " at ALL Neverthe-
less, when mother proposed the trip
one fine October morning, both little
girls We're pleased, Betty on general
principles, and Dora because she liked
to select her own hair ribbons, and
also because she wanted to see the
display window at Lawson's store
1.-THE girls were talking about it at
school," she said. Harriet Graham
said l just must go down. Each day
they fit up the window differently.
Yesterday it was a kitchen, and Har-
riet said there was a little girl in it
who played cook. She swept up the
room, and she cooked things on the
| stove, and she scrubbed the kitchen
table, and she washed the dishes in
| the dearest dishpan and dried them on
pink and white glass towels. Day
before yesterday, when Lillian saw
it, it was a parlor, and the little girl
played she was lady and wore a long
dress and all sorts of things"
That was very exciting for Betty,
and 1t was contented party that took
the electric car, rode through the Sub
way, which still seemed to Betty like
some mysterious, enchanted cave, and
started ON the brief tour of inspec-
tion and shopping which Mrs. Warren
had planned. They bought Betty's
shoes and hat and Dora's ribbons and
gloves before it became convenient to
pass by the wonderful window, which
in the minds of the children was their
chief goal. 1t equalled and even sur
passed their hopes.
There, now, Betty Warrenw said
Dora. did you ever in your life see
anything sweeter than that little girl
In the nursery? See, she Is dressed
like a nursemaid to-day, taking care
of the children! Look at the twin
brass beds, and that precious cradle
with the fluffy pillows and the silk
coverlet! Don't you wish you could
be an advertisement little girl, and do
nothing but play with such lovely
things?"
Betty said nothing. She was taking
In all the delights of the nursery, and
had no words of comment ready yet
The wide window was furnished like
q small room, and the little girl, who
was just then making up a bed, was
just about Betty's size. Very cunning
she looked in her nursemaid's cap and
apron, with a soft frill of muslin about
her neck and the quaint arrangement
Of her hair. All the furniture of the
room was fascinating, but the crown
ing charm here, as in every real nur-
sery, was the children 1t contained
the doll figures which seemed to give
the tiny nursemaid SO much care.
She rocked the baby in it's cradle-in-
different to the wise instructions given
by those who know better-dressed
and undressed dolls that took the
place of older children, showed a
black Dinah how to put a log prop
erly on the CRATE fire, and once she
even found it necessary to make the
little boy doll stand in the corner for
being naughty to his sister.
Mrs. Warren and Dora both gazed
with great interest, and Betty was
wholly absorbed.
"Oh, what a happy little girl she
must be-" she murmured softly.
II don't know about that" said her
mother. 'It must be hard to turn
play into work. She looks as earnest
over it as Dora does over her arith-
metic problems. l should think this
crowd of persons looking at her would
make her nervous. l feel sorry for the
little thing"
well, any way, mamma, they draw
the curtains every little while to give
her rest" said Dora, comfortinSly, as
they turned reluctantly away.
They stopped for an ice-cream soda
before taking the cars for home. and
1t was here that Mrs. Warren met an
old friend of hers with her daughter
Lillian.
"It is the greatest piece of good for.
tune that l have met you," said Mrs
Hathaway. II have just been trying
to reach you with the telephone. Our
old friend and schoolmate, Susan
Haskell, is coming to luncheon with
me, and 1 want you to come right
home with me now, for she is to be in
the city only about four hours, on her
way southward"
Mrs. Warren was pleased with the
thought of seeing her old friend, but
hesitated little about the children.
"Of course, Dora, can go home alone
all right" she said, but I wish Betty
We're not here. She is such n little
fiy-away you must keep tight hold OF
her"
"Oh, Mrs. Hathaway, mayn't Lii.
Ian come to luncheon with me. II