Then whom were the mittens for?
Patty knew in a minute.
‘They are for Polly!’ cried Patty. ‘They are for Polly Perkins. She shall wear them to-day to show Aunt Mary and Uncle Charles.’
Yes, Polly Perkins was going with Patty to the Farm. Mother had said she might because it was Christmas Day.
Soon they were ready for the journey. Polly Perkins looked well, dressed in her new brown cape and hood, trimmed with beaver fur, and her brown mittens that were a perfect fit. Patty, too, wore her new fur-lined gloves, and her string of pink coral beads, while about her neck as a muffler was Thomas’s gay silk handkerchief, the blue-and-red side out.
But just before Patty left the house, she began to run around, looking here and there and asking every one,
‘Where are my mice? Where are my five mice? Oh, Mother! Oh, Grandmother! Please help me find my mice!’
What did Patty mean? Why should a little girl want to find five mice? And just as she was starting on a journey, too!
Well, wait and see.
The mice were found, tucked away in a paper bag, and were placed in Father’s overcoat pocket for safe-keeping.