“Where is it going?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“I think—why, Blue Bonnet, it’s going to Texas!”
“I wish I could go in it,” Blue Bonnet said wistfully.
“You’d take up too much room; and you wouldn’t get much fresh air on the way.”
“Whom is it going to?”
“A Rev. Mr. Judson, I think; he’s a church missionary, and very poor. They’ve a lot of children.”
“Why don’t they send prettier things?”
“Useful things are much better,” Sarah answered. “Blue Bonnet, let’s—”
“Things can be pretty and useful too,” Blue Bonnet interrupted.
“I guess they’ll be very glad to get it,” Sarah said. “Blue Bonnet, let’s study this afternoon; then we can have the evening to enjoy ourselves in.”