“I presume Julius will enlighten your ignorance before long.”
“I hardly think I shall adopt it. Suppose I should tell Mrs. Green that her dress was ‘stavin’?”
“Probably she would stare. Seriously, I hope our young waif may do credit to our training. He will have a great deal to learn, and much to unlearn; but he looks bright, and I have good hopes of success.”
Here little Carrie entered, and at once monopolized attention.
“What do you think I have brought home for you, Carrie?” asked her father, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
“I don’t know, papa. What is it?”
“It’s a doll—a big doll.”
“How big?” asked Carrie, seriously.
“Bigger than Carrie.”
“Oh, how nice!” said the child. “Where is it?” and she looked around.