“What is it, Mother?”
“I have some pleasant news for you, little daughter, Katy’s cousin, May Halford, is to have a party next Saturday and here is a nice little note inviting you and your doll. I think May must have written it herself. It is very prettily done—I wish my little girl could write as neat a one.”
“But she’s two years older than I am, Mother.”
“Yes, but you are not too young to learn to write neatly. I noticed your copy book had three great blots in it this month.”
“Grace Dart jogged me—she wanted me to look at Johnny Carter. He had the back of his hand all covered with transfer pictures.”
“Well, you must learn not to let your attention wander in school. Johnny Carter seems to be a very mischievous boy.”
“What can I wear to the party, Mumsey?” Chicken Little wished to change the subject.
“I think you may wear your blue poplin and the white shoes if it’s a nice day. But you must be a little lady and not romp—the poplin won’t wash, you know.”
“Couldn’t I wear a white dress?—they almost always play rompy games at May’s.”
“My dear, it is high time for you to learn to take care of your clothes and Mother knows best what little girls should wear.”