“Oh, Mother,
I have the
loveliest
surprise
for you!”
“Yes, dear,” smiled her mother, “but I’m very anxious to see!”
Mary Frances unlocked Mary Marie’s trunk, and spread all the contents out on the bed.
“I’ll be back in one minute. Don’t you peep, Mother, dear!” she begged as she ran out of the room.
She brought back Mary Marie, dressed in her party dress and summer hat, and sat her up on the pillow.
“Now,” she cried, kissing her mother, “now, you may look, Mother, dear!”
“Why, what in the world, my dear little girl? Where did all these lovely clothes come from?”
“Why, what in the world, my dear little girl?”