The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-07-18

there's plenty OF shops open, Y :
orIv s4yl,t o'clock-yer shall go out ano
INV the frocks. and the boots, ana ths
hats il you don't care to wait. pre-
tend that you've got money to pay lol
,en,. pretend that yer shall come 10
mo and confess that I amt making
game of you. And thirdly and ias!ly'
as the preachers say. if my pretending
amt as good as your pretending, my
name amt Thomas Dexter. ana ~
never try to pretend no more.
A deal silence followed; there was
not sound in the room except thar OF
saranne's suppressed sobs.
Surprised and relieved at the silence
for while Thomas Dexter was speak
inc she was in an agony of torture
ana moved by Saranne's sobs. Little
Make Believe raised her head. and was
about to clasp Saranne in her arms
when she started to her feet with a
cry of almost delirious ecstacy.
For on the table lay sheet OF note
naper and an envelope, stamped, ana
bv their side lay two golden soyer-
eigns.
Look saranne, look" exclaimed III
tie Make-B Believe. beating her nands
together and pulling sararne IRON
her chair. HE wasn't pretending az
MI. and be wasn't hooking us! On
Saranne, Saranne"
The revulsion 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.
1t was a long time before they were
sufficiently composed to speak calmly
Of the matter. :,
II didn't think it was in Mr.. Dexter, 4
said saranne. ito be so out-and-out
good to us. I'd like to kiss him."
Gle was very kind" said Little
Make Believe, "but the two sovereign =
don't come out of his pocket Yer
mustn't forget that
"He gave 'em to us, Make-Belieye.'
"And Mr.. Deepdale sent 'em to us.
Don't yer see what it says in the let
ter? You've only to say yes, and go
to 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 to
Mr.. Deepdale." .
"oh my, Make-Believe! What shall
we say?"
IT don't know; we must think,
You're the best writer, Saranne. Take
hold of the pen. 1t wouldn't do to
write something out of a book or a
newspaper, would it?'
Little Make-Belieye 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, as many per
picked writer has done before her
while Saranne put the pen in bel
mouth, and gazed anxiously at the
brain worker
Little Make-Believe wanted to think
Of something very grand to say, bns
nothing grand would come; her mind
had become 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 we're 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, Tonight. Re
spected Sir, and dear Master Wal
ter"
'iThat's NICE said saranne, "'and
dear Master Walter Go on"
Were that grateful to yer" con-
tinued Little Make-Believe, that we
don't know what to say. except thai
we're coming, and we shall never,
never, never forget your kindness.
From the bottom Of our hearts ana
that'll do, I 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 I'M
der the other, and put the letter into
the envelope.
Then they went out to post it and
to look at the clothes shops.
II hope the postman won't stick to
it," said Little Make Believe as. after
some hesitation, she dropped the letter
into the pillar box; 1--WE good mind
to wait here till he comes, to see as he
doesn't take it out of the bag and
pocket it 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. 9
To be continued.
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