“That seems awfully old to me,” said Mary Frances.
“You have
a dear,
sweet,
heart”
“Katie loves animals, too, Grandma,” she went on, “and so do I! Last summer, Nanny, when Father had Josie Worrell and his horse plow our garden, I went out and patted the horse’s nose. He was so pleased, you should have seen him wag his tail.”
Grandma laughed again. “You have a dear, sweet heart, little girlie,” she said; and taking Mary Frances by the hand, went out on the veranda.
“Oh, Miss Mary Frances, here comes the expressman carrying a box!” exclaimed Katie a few mornings later.
“Katie, Katie, I’ll go to the door,” cried Mary Frances running down stairs.
“The dear, blessed dolly!” she exclaimed, taking the big package from the expressman. “Nanny, I can hear her calling, almost.”
“We’ll have you out of the dark box soon, Mary Marie, dear,” she whispered through an opening in the wrapping paper.