The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-07-04
CHAPTER VII.


tleman coming toward them with the
express intention Of giving them q
three-penny bit, which would supply
the firm with three small tin mugs Of
stewed cells.
She went so far as to describe his
dress and his appearance; he was an
old gentleman with white hair, and he
had stick with a gold knob to It, and
he had children Of his own at home
who had sent him out for the express
purpose Of giving silver hansel to
| SaraADe.
To these extravagances Mr.. Deep
dale and Walter, standing in the shade,
listened unobserved.
"Wally," the father whispered to the
son, have you got three-penny piece
in your pocketg'
Yes replied Walter, producing it.
Throw it into that pretty little girls
| lap, and then let us run"
1t was done; like q silver-winged
messenger from the skies, the three
penny piece fell into Sarannes lap, and
away scampered Mr.. Deepdale and
Walter, laughing gleefully at the trick.
They ran till they arrived at Thomas
Dexter's shop, into which they dashed
almost out of breath, for all the world
like boys who had been up to a rare
piece Of mischief, which, enjoyable as
it was, might bring some dreadful PEN
atty upon them.
The Old Derby was inspected and
purchased, and then Mr.. Deepdale re-
lated the incident to Thomas Dexter.
II think" he said, 81 never saw a
more beautiful child's face, though
clouded with sorrow, than the face of
the girl who was sitting by the grotto;
and the ugly one with her stories-told
| with wonderful faith and belief, poor
thing!-it was really as if she were
reading a tale out of fairy book"
1.-THE child you admire is called Sar-
anne" said Thomas Dexter, "and she
and the ugly one are sisters. The story
teller's name is Little Make Believe"
'That is exactly what she was doing,
making believe. 1t isn't often that her
dreams come true, should say. And is
that the reason of your calling her
Little Make Believer"
Thomas Dexter replied that it was,
and seeing that his best customer was
interested in the children, told much
that he knew about them.
He even related his dream, and the
singular episode that followed Of his
being q witness of his own funeral.
They were more than amused; many
Of the incidents narrated by Thomas
Dexter stirred both their hearts with
pity and admiration, and when they
| took their leave of the old curiosity
dealer, which was not until past 10
o'clock, they were animated by de-
sire which did not find expression in
Thomas Dexter's shop.
They had their own peculiar ways,
in the similarity Of which was an I'M
derlying tenderness; they were more
like brothers than father and son.
"Well, WALL" said Mr.. Deepdale,
stopping at the end of the street in
which Dexter lived, lis it to be homer
"What do you think, dadT
"What do you think, Wally?"
"Dad, 1 am thinking of the grotto."
$50 am l, Wally; we will go and
have another look at it,"
They were soon on the spot, but the
scene was changed
The grotto was there, shorn of Its
brightness; long before they arrived
the candle had spluttered itself out and
the sisters were sitting by the side OF
the house Of shells, the third partner
! having left them in disgust
The night was fine and the stars
were shining, but there was something
exceedingly touching in the attitude OF
these children, the prettier of whom
was lying in her sisters arms.
"What are you sitting here for, chill
hren?' inquired Mr.. Deepdale. Hav'
Ing had your eel pie supper, you should
be home and a-bed."
Were going, sir" said Little Make
Believe, and she assisted Saranne t.
rise. "But we amt had no supper"
.sWhy, what became Of the three
penny piece?"
| "Oh, did yer know about It, STRIP sait
little Make Believe, YEARLY. "W'
thought it was our'n. but boy come
up and snatched it away. 1t was his'n
md he only threw it at us out Of /
Joke, cause / was pretending about it
1T was mean trick to serve us, WASH
1t, STRIP
II "a very mean trick" said Mr.. Deep
dale. II should not have supposed AM
boy would have been guilty Of it."
1T was Dot-and- carry -one, sir. He'l
always up to mischief"
$50 that was the end Of your dream
theng'
Yes, sir, and now we're going heme
Come along, Saranne."
wait a minute, children. Well
WalIy, what do you think?"
Il think it would be capital thing
dad
$50 it would. Your dream shall COM
true, after all, Make Believe"
| sob, sirl''
wouldn't you like something bette
than stewed eIlsY,
Couldn't have nothink better, sir
Sarannes set her heart on 'em--haven'
yer, Saranne?' Saranne's eyes gilt
tered. "But your only making game o
us, sir. Come along, Saranne."
God forbid that should make gam
Of miseryl We will all sup together
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