Minnie carried the letter to her room, where she had some nice writing materials of her own. She spread a clean sheet of white paper on the table, and began her letter. When she wanted a thought, she stood the pen in the ink-stand while she read over her aunt’s letter anew. When an idea came, she wrote it down, and so kept on until she finished her answer.
And a nice little letter it was, written in neat style, without a single blot. Minnie took it to her mother, who said it would please aunt Amy very much. The thought of adding to her aunt’s pleasure increased Minnie’s joy. So, after folding the letter very smoothly, she directed it in large, bold writing to her aunt, and, with her mother’s consent, took it to the post office.
When she had placed her letter in the box, Minnie thought she should like to tell Arthur Ellerslie that her aunt Amy was coming to Rosedale. So she walked round by Arthur’s house. Her gentle rap at the door was answered by Arthur’s mother, with whom Minnie was a great favorite. Taking the little girl’s hand, and printing a kiss on her lips, Mrs. Ellerslie said,—
“Come in, Minnie. I am very glad to see you.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Ellerslie. I came to tell Arthur that my aunt Amy is coming to see me next week.”
“Is that what the letter was about which Arthur saw in the post office for you, Minnie?”
“Yes, ma’am; and I am glad aunt Amy is coming, she is so good. I’m sure you would love her, Mrs. Ellerslie, if you knew her.”
“If she is like Minnie Brown, I think I should. But will you come in, Minnie, or will you go round into the garden? Arthur is there, studying his Sunday school lesson.”
“I’ll go into the garden,” said Minnie; and she tripped away, to find her friend Arthur.