“That is an excellent suggestion. I shall be very glad to teach her, or at least try to teach her, for I don't know how I should succeed in the attempt.”
“Oh! you would succeed beautifully, and it need not take up much of your time, as Landis Court is nearer you than it is to us, and you could run over for a little while any time. But you can see when you go whether it is worth while to speak of the matter.”
“It would be just lovely!” was Marty's opinion.
“Now, Marty,” cautioned her mother, “don't you say anything about it to Jennie. Just let Cousin Alice do it in her own nice way.”
“A thousand thanks,” said Cousin Alice with her gay laugh. “I'll be sure to do my prettiest after that.”
When they made the visit, however, it was found useless to mention crocheting or any other subject to Jennie. Her attention was altogether absorbed by the doll. Mrs. Scott happened to be at home, and while she was bustling around getting chairs for her visitors and Marty was introducing her cousin, Jennie never took her eyes from Laura Amelia. Presently she said in a trembling voice,
“May I hold your doll a minute?”
“I brought her for you,” said Marty, handing the doll.
“For me to hold a minute?”
“No; to keep. She's your dolly now.”