“And may I stay here too, mamma?” inquired Eddy. “I want to look at you packing all these things. Do let me stay, darling mamma!”
She could not resist his entreaty; so there he pretty quietly stood, watching his mother as she hastily spread the table with various parcels, brown paper, oil-skin, a tin box, and string.
“Mamma,” said Lily, standing on one foot, with the golden thread dangling from her hand, “don’t you think that this will look well upon a dark ground?”
“Yes, my love,” answered Mrs. Ellerslie, her voice half drowned in the rustling of paper.
“Mamma, do you think blue or green would look best?”
“I really cannot think about it at all just now. My box must be ready before one. Now, my Eddy, you must not open the parcels.”
“I was just peeping in a little, mamma.”
“Don’t come to the table, my sweet boy! Mamma is very busy indeed.”
Eddy trotted off without saying another word.
“Mamma,” began Lily again, “do you think that you have a bit of dark-blue cloth or velvet, whichever you please, to give me for the sides of my pen-wiper?”