“Then you may lead him out to dinner, Carrie,” said Mr. Taylor, as Jane, one of the servants, opened the door and announced that dinner was ready. “Perhaps you will have to feed him, as he is a doll, you know.”
“Now you are funning again, papa,” said Carrie, shaking her curls. “Will you sit by me, Julius?”
“I should like to, Carrie,” said our hero; and hand in hand with the little girl he walked into the next room, where a table was neatly spread for dinner.
It was a new experience to Julius. He had never had a sister. Those girls with whom he had been brought in contact had been brought up as he had been, and, even where their manners were not rough, possessed little of the grace and beauty of this little child of fortune. She seemed to the eyes of our young plebeian a being of a higher type and superior clay, and, untutored as he was, he could appreciate in a degree, her childish beauty and grace.
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were pleased to find that the little girl’s happiness was likely to be increased by this accession to their household.
“I think, Carrie,” said her mother, “you like Julius better than if he were a doll.”
“If you don’t,” said Julius, “I’ll turn myself into a big doll with pink eyes.”
“You can’t,” said Carrie, seriously.
“Maybe I can’t myself, but I might get a big magician to do it.”