Dinner was soon over, for after their Jinks supper, the children wanted almost nothing, and then, scrambling into their coats and hats, they declared themselves ready.
Kitty walked with Miss Larkin, and King and Midget followed.
“Oh!” sighed Kitty, as they came at last to the brightly-lighted Main Street, “isn’t it wonderful. They say New York is very brilliant at night, but I don’t think it can be much brighter than this. Is it, Miss Larkin?”
“Oh, yes, indeed it is, Kitty. Have you never seen New York at night?”
“No; Mother says I’m too young. I’m not ten yet, you know. But I don’t see how it can be much gayer than this.”
The Main Street of Rockwell was the usual thoroughfare of a small town, but the bright electrics in many of the shop-windows gave it a fairly light effect.
One large drug-shop, which, of course, was open evenings, kept stationery, and here they went for the scrap-book.
Great care was exercised in choosing it, for if too small, it would not hold enough, and the very large ones were unwieldy.
So just the right size was selected, and King volunteered to carry it home.
Miss Larkin was warmly thanked by her appreciative beneficiaries, and then, as they turned toward home, she said: