"Because I was feeling so much better, and papa had business in the city. Should you like to live in the city, daughter?"
Edna laid her head on her mother's shoulder. "I should like to live anywhere that you are mamma; but I think it is nice out where Dorothy Evans and Maggie live. O, mamma, I have a whole bushel of things to tell you. I believe my tongue will wear out before I get through."
CELIA.
And truly, mamma told her before the day was over that her tongue must be "hung in the middle to wag at both ends." But what a delightful day it was! So many pretty things to see. Something to be chosen for the boys, and for Celia a buckle, just like Grace Neal's, which was found after some hunting.
"Mamma," said Edna, "I should like to get something for Ellen, she has been so good to me."
"Of course," replied mamma, "that must not be forgotten;" and material for a pretty frock was chosen.
"And, mamma," continued Edna, as with much satisfaction she saw the breadths measured off, "could I get some tiny little something for Uncle Justus?"
"And Aunt Elizabeth?" added mamma.
"Ye-es," said Edna, rather doubtfully; "but—but—"