Jennie wedged her way between ranks of small boys who were consuming peanuts and pop-corn, and reached her father's side. "Oh, Papa," she cried, "I am so glad you have come. There is such a lovely crocheted sacque over here that I want you to buy for me to give to Miss Eloise."
"For you to give to Miss Eloise? Why shouldn't I be giving things to Miss Somebody-or-other?"
"Because I think it would be nicer for me to. You can buy things for mother and me, if you want to."
"And for no one else?"
[146] "Oh, yes, you can get anything you choose for Edna and Dorothy."
"Thanks for your kind permission. I think I know exactly what those young ladies would like. Let's see about the worsted thingamabob first."
Jennie led the way to the fancy table where the pretty light sacque changed hands, and with it under her arm, Jennie followed her father across the room to where the array of dolls, considerably lessened in numbers, was displayed. Mr. Ramsey halted before the three which his wife had donated, and regarded them closely. "Are those what your mother contributed?" he asked Jennie.
"Yes," she told him, "and they are the very prettiest ones."
"So they are," put in the lady in attendance, "but because they are the highest priced they have not been sold yet. Don't you want one for your little girl, Mr. Ramsey?"
"I want three for three little girls," he said taking out a roll of bills. "Where are Edna and Dorothy, Jennie?"