"It is lovely and I do hope I can go," returned Jean ecstatically. She loved fairy stories above everything.
"Of course you can go. It isn't for about ten days, and you are not really ill, you know."
"I'm sort of ill," said Jean putting on a lackadaisical expression; "mother thought I had fever last night." It would never do to have her condition underrated, of course.
"Well, you will surely be well in ten days."
Jean admitted that she might be well by that time, and after deciding to call the doll Princess Herzlieb, the two went off together to play.
"I saw that little girl again this morning," Jack remarked when they were established in a corner. "The little girl we saw yesterday in the cemetery, the poor little girl."
"Oh, and did you speak to her?"
"No, I only smiled. I am thinking, Jean, that it would be nice to do something for her at Christmas. We have always done something for somebody then, you know."
"But you don't know where she lives nor anything about her."
"No, but maybe I shall see her again. I will watch for her. I saw her this morning as I was going to school."