Priscilla was so captivated by the idea that she could hardly wait for a chance to lay it before her mother. The dear little girl was timid even with those she loved best and it required considerable courage to go and knock upon the great living-room door and ask if she might, “please come in.”
“Is that my Priscilla?” asked a dear voice in response.
“Yes, mamma,” replied the younger Sweet P.
Mrs. Duer held out her arms and gathered her small daughter into them with a quick laugh of pleasure.
“Mother is always glad to see her little girl,” she said.
Priscilla smiled.
“What have you been doing to-day? Having a nice time?”
Priscilla nodded.
“Where is Polly?”