"Dear me," cried Bella, giving a jump; "it must be for me—'spose I look? I want to look so much."
"Certainly," said Edith. Then the paper was taken off by the little girl's dimpled fingers, and there was displayed a most beautiful bedstead, with a lovely baby tucked up in it, fast asleep!
I only wish you could have seen the dimples on Bella's face then! and the sparkles in her eyes! She softly lifted the baby up—and pop! her blue eyes opened as wide as possible—and she never cried a bit, but just looked at Bella, not the least afraid of being among strangers.
Then Bella laid her gently down, and the good little thing shut her eyes and went fast asleep again.
"My pasense!" said Bella, "I'm apprised! What a dear baby! Is it for me?"
"It must be," said Edith; "but wait, here is a little letter pinned fast to her sleeve. Let's see what it says."
"A letter," cried Bella; "must I pay two cents for it?" and she ran to get her little velvet purse.
"You will not have to pay for this one, because the baby brought it—it is only the postman that wants two cents."
So Edith opened the letter, and Bella jumped up and down all the time her sister was reading these loving words:—