The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-06-02

there's plenty Of shops open; it's
only eight o'clock-yer shall 60 out and
buy the frocks. and the boots. and the
hats. II you don't care 10 w2it. pre-
tend that you've got money to pay for
'em. pretend that yer shall come TO
me and confess that amt making
game Of you. And thirdly and lastly,
as the preachers say. IL my pretending
amt as good as your pretending. my
name amt Thomas Dexter. and III
never try to pretend no more"
A deal silence followed; there was
not sound in the room except that OF
Sarannes suppressed sobs.
Surprised and relieved at the silence
for while Thomas Dexter was speak
ing she was in an agony OF torture
and moved by Sarannes sobs. Little
Make Believe raised her head. and was
about TO clasp Saranne In her arms.
when she started 70 her feet with a
cry OF almost dellrious ecstacy.
For on the table lay a sheet OF note
paper and an envelope. stamped, and
by their side lay two golden sover'
| eigns.
"Look, Saranne, lookw exclaimed Lit
tie ke-Belleve, beating her hands
together, and pulling Saranne from
her chair. "He wasn't pretending at
all, and he wasn't mocking us! Oh,
Saranne, sarannew
The reyulsion Of feeling was, indeed,
almost too much for her; she laughed
and cried in a breath, and Saranne.
seeing that heaven had opened its
gates TO them, laughed and cried with
her.
II was a long time before they were
sufficiently composed to speak calmly
| OF the matter.
"I didn't think Il was in Mr.. Dexter
said Saranne. "to be so outand-out
good 10 us. I'd like TO kiss him"
| "He was very kind" said Little
| Make Believe, "but the two sovereign's
don't come out OF his pocket. Yer
mustn't forget that"
"He gave 'em to us Make Believe"
"And Mr. Deepdale sent 'em TO us.
Don't yer see what il says in the let
| ter? you've only TO say yes, and 20
10 Mr.. Dexter, who will arrange every
thing for You Well. instead OF our
going to him he's coming to us. Now,
Saranne. we must write the letter 10
/ Mr.. Deepdale."
"Oh my, Make-Believe! What shall
we sayW
T don't know; we must think.
You're the best writer, Saranne. Take
hold OF the pen. II wouldn't do 10
write something out OF book or q
newspaper, would itT
Little Make Believe walked up and
down the room. and puckered her
brows, and closed her eyes, and rubbed
her forehead, and looked into the cor
ners Of the ceiling, rs many per
plexed writer has done before her
while Saranne put the pen in hei
mouth, and gazed anxiously at the
brain-worker.
Little Make Believe wanted TO think
OF something very grand TO say, but
nothing grand would come; her mind
had become n perfect blank.
Make haste. Make Believe or all the
shops will be shut"
This quickened her somewhat, and
She said, you'd best commence with
Tonight That'll show were writing
tonight"
Saranne after much preparation. put
her pen and paper and then discovered
she had no ink. Little Make-Believe
ran out and bought penny bottle, and
by the time she returned had formu'
lated her ideas.
Now then. Saranne. TO night. Re
spected Sir and dear Master Wal
ter"
That's nice" said Saranne, land
dear Master Walter Go on
"We're that grateful to yer" con.
tlnued Little Make Believe, Chat we
don't know what TO say, except that
we're coming. and we shall never
never. never forget your kindness
From the bottom of our hearts AMI
that'll do, think" said Little Make
Believe, pulling up suddenly.
1--WE must write our names, Make
Believe, or they won't know who it's
from"
SO they wrote their names, one un-
der the other. and put the letter INTO
the envelope.
Then they went out to post ii and
to look at the clothes shops.
81 hope the postman won't stick TO
IT," said Little Make-Believe as. after
some hesitation. she dropped the letter
into the pillar box; "rve good mind
10 wait here till he comes to see rs he
doesn't take ii out OF the bag and
pocket il hisself.'
But with the delightful task in view
of spending money in clothes she gave
up that idea, and walked away from
the pillar box with many lingering
look behind her.
To be continued.
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