"Did she like it?"
"Yes. She thought I might—that is, if I had any opportunity—oh, I wish we were a little richer!" and Florence burst into a flood of hysterical tears.
"I wish we were;" and Hal gave her hand a soft squeeze. "If you could learn to play on the melodeon at church, and give music-lessons"—
The vision called up a heaven of delight to poor Flossy.
"But what did she want?" asked Granny in a great puzzle, putting Dot's foot through the sleeve of her dress, and tying the neck-string in garter fashion.
"I do believe she is a singer herself. Maybe she belongs to a company who give concerts; but then she was dressed so elegantly."
"They make lots of money," said Kit with a sagacious nod of the head. "It's what I'm going to be, only I shall have a fiddle."
"And a scalp-lock."
Charlie pulled this ornamentation to its fullest height, which was considerable, as Kit's hair needed cutting.