“Oh, yes; I’ll put that down, too, and I’m sure the place can be found without any difficulty. But what is your name? We will need to know whom to inquire for.”
“Susan Allen, sir.”
The girl was turning away, but Lulu stopped her.
“Wait a moment. You said your mother was sick, and I’d like to send her something good to eat. I dare say she needs delicacies to tempt her appetite. Come with me to that fruit-stand on the corner,” hurrying toward it as she spoke, the girl following at a respectful distance.
“That was a good and kind thought, Lu,” Max remarked, stepping close to his sister’s side as she paused before the fruit-stand, eagerly scanning its tempting display of fruits and confections.
“You don’t doubt papa’s approval of this?” she returned interrogatively, giving him an arch look and smile.
“No; not a bit of it; he always likes to see us generous and ready to relieve distress. I must have a share in the good work.”
“Then they’ll have all the more, for I shan’t give any less because you’re going to give, too. Oh, what delicious looking strawberries!”
“And every bit as good as they look, Miss,” said the keeper of the stand.
“What’s the price?”