Little June sat down and sang,
“I need new slippers, I think it funny,
I know no way of making money.”
Evening came, and she put on the little white dress she had ironed herself, and the little red sash and hair ribbons father had given her.
She looked at the little old slippers, with patches upon them. They had been carefully blackened.
At that very minute the door-bell went, “Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.”
She ran downstairs in her stocking feet.
There, on the door-step was a box marked, “For June.”
With trembling fingers she opened it, and took out a pair of little red slippers.