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

Make Believe"
mo-" replied Little Make Believe, II
never did, Saranne."
1t required such very great deal Of
getting over that they had not got half,
no, nor a quarter over it before Wis
| itor entered unannounced.
It was Thomas Dexter, who had also
received letter with reference to the
proposed holiday.
His appearance did not surprise
them; it would be difficult to say what
would have surprised them just then.
Directly Thomas Dexter entered Sa-
ranne said to him:
IT wish you would do me q favor.
Mr.. Dexter"
"What is it?''
"Pinch me--hardw
Thomas Dexter pinched her hard, SO
hard that she gave scream, and cried
in the same breath:
IT don't mind, so long as it amt
dream"
Thomas Dexter understood the mean.
ing of these proceedings.
That the girls should be astonished
was quite natural; he was astonished
himself.
But it was a good opportunity for the
sisters, and he was glad for their
sakes.
When he had succeeded in somewhat
calming them, he explained the object
of his visit.
Their distant friends had shown not
only kindness, but thoughtfulness, and
he was the appointed agent to carry
out their wishes.
1.-THE question u.s." said Thomas Dex-
ter, "as you've made up your minds to
go-(as they had made up their minds
to go! what thing to sayD-"the ques-
ton is. what are you going IMP
Their faces dropped. What were
they going in?
1t was indeed question, for the
clothes they stood up in were all the
clothes they possessed.
ut wouldn't do" continued Thomas
Dexter, ito go as you are. You must
each Of you have a decent frock and a
decent pair Of shoes, and decent hat
or bonnet. How is 1t to be done|
Down to earth they came, straight
from their seventh heaven.
It was Saranne's eyes now that were
filed with tears, and Little Make-Be-
lieve's face that was red.
Eyes, Mr.. Dexter" said Little Make
Believe, sadly; she hardly dared to
look at Saranne, SITS very good Of you
to remind us. We can't go as we are,
and we amt got nothink better to wear
than what yer see. It'd make people
talk, and Mr.. Deepdale'd be sorry he'd
arksed u.s. I'm Altered, arter all, we
shan't be able to CO."
"Oh, don't say that Make Believe
sobbed Saranne, don't say thatY'
at must be sed If it's got to be sed, )"
was Little Make-B Believes response.
"Saranne, my dear, yer know. don't
yer, that I'd sell my two hands if any
body'd buy EN- SO as could get yer a
frock and boots and hat? l would,
sir, indeed, indeed wouldv'
II quite believe it," said Thomas
Dexter
II wouldn't mind staying at home
while Saranne went; Pm happy enough
so long as 1 know she's enjoying of
herself. But il it can't be done, it can't
be done; we couldn't do nothink 'arf
so wicked as to give Mr.. Deepdale and
Master Walter cause to be ashamed of
us when they set eyes on ms. And they
couldn't do nothink else but be
ashamed if we was to go down to them
with such things as those on u.s."
A speech which only caused Sa-
rennes tears to flow more freely.
Cant you see no way, Make-Be
lieve" asked Thomas Dexter.
mo, Mr. Dexter, replied Little
Make-BelieveI mournfully, II can't.
It's as fur out Of my reach as the
stars. We amt got a friend in the
world, except you, and Mr.. Deepdale
and Master Walter, and you've done
more for us than ever we'd a right to
expect. That being in the country
where everything's SO beautiful and
sweet-it must be, though me and Sa-
ranne has never seed it--they should
think Of us at all shows the feeling
they've got for us God bless 'em for
It'll There's the pawnshop-but we
amt got nothing to pop. If they'll take
me, I'd go and pledge myself this
minute, but they know their book,
the pawnbrokers do. NO, Mr.. Dexter.
there's no way as can see"
"As to pretending, now. Amt there
nothing to be made out of that?'
She looked at him reproachfully and
said, so pathetically TINT Thomas Dex-
ter resolved to torment her no longer.
Don't make game Of me, sir
II don't mean to do so. Don't think |
that of me. But now, Little Make
Believe, I'm a-golng to pretend"
she smiled pitifully.
"Who knows? Something n;..,
come of it. But yer mustn't look at
me; it's n new game to me. and it |
might spoil the luck"
Little Make-Believe laid her head on |
the table, not in obedience to his wish
but because grief impelled her to |
do So
Saranne's back was turned, ana she |
could not see him.
Il pretend" continued Thomas Dex-
ter. shat on Thursday, as sure as ever
it comes round you and Saranne shall
be taken to Victoria station and put in
a second class railway carriage with
tickets for Rochester / pretend that