“Why, no, sir,” exclaimed Tiny.
“I read it in the Tinytown News. I read about a little girl who ran away,” interrupted Mr. Storem.
“I didn’t,” said Tiny. “I didn’t run away, but nobody believes me.”
“I do, dear,” smiled the big man. “I do!” and Tiny loved him for it.
“Good-by!” she said, “and thank you! Thank you more than I can tell you.”
It was rather late when she reached Rose Cottage, but the little lady had been called out to see a sick neighbor, so she was able to hide her gifts away. Finally Saturday came. Tiny wrapped her gifts in tissue paper and tied them with blue ribbon, and laid them on the breakfast table at Mrs. Bountiful’s place.
The little lady was delighted. She opened the bag and took out the purse and powder box and examined them and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Oh, you made the necklace yourself? Isn’t it lovely, my dear?” she sighed. “You are just such a darling, loving, thoughtful little girl as I always dreamed of for my own daughter.”
“Put on your finery, Mother,” said Martin, handing her the bag and throwing the necklace over her head.