“Ten cents’ worth of glory divine,” repeated the smallest Corner House girl, positively.
“What—what does she do with it?” asked the druggist in desperation.
“Why—why, she puts it down the sink drain, and sprinkles it down cellar, an’—”
“Oh, my aunt!” groaned the druggist. “You mean chloride of lime?”
“Ye—yes, sir,” admitted the somewhat abashed Dot. “I guess that’s mebbe it.”
Dot put the article purchased into the go-cart at Alice’s feet, tucked the rug all around her cherished child, for it was a cold if sunny day, and started for home. As she wheeled the doll-carriage toward the Creamer cottage she saw the laundry wagon stop at that gate, while the driver jumped out and ran up the walk to the Creamers’ side porch.
Dot knew that Mabel’s mother always had her basket of soiled clothes ready for the man when he came and this occasion seemed to be no exception. There was the basket and the man grabbed it, ran back to the wagon, and, putting it in at the back, sprang up to his seat and rattled away to his next customer.
It was after Dot had returned to the old Corner House and delivered the box of “glory divine” to the housekeeper that the neighborhood was treated to a sensation originating in the Creamer cottage.
Tess had joined Dot in the yard of the old Corner House. The weather was much too cold for them to have all their dolls in the garden-house as they did in summer; but Neale had shoveled all the paths neatly since the last snow-storm, and the little girls could parade up and down with their doll carriages to their hearts’ content.
They saw Mrs. Creamer run out upon her porch, look wildly around, and then she began to scream for Mabel.