"Thank you, my little maid," said the gentleman, laughing and stroking her curls. "Now if you could only get your sister to look at me through your spectacles."
"Why, I hasn't dot any 'pectacles!" exclaimed the child, opening her eyes very wide. "Maybe papa buy me some when I dets an old lady. Den I lets Milly 'ook froo."
"That's my good, generous little sister," Mildred said, laughing, "and if I'm so fortunate as to get glasses first, you shall borrow them whenever you wish."
"Now go to your plays, dears, and let sister rest till she feels better," said their mother.
"Please tum wis us, Mr. Tarr," said Don, tugging at that gentleman's coat.
"Don, Don, you must not—"
"Ah, don't reprove him," interposed the gentleman, lifting the child to his shoulder and prancing away with him, while the little fellow shouted with laughter and delight.
"Isn't he a nice man?" cried Zillah and Ada, looking after him, "we all like him ever so much."
"Yes," assented the mother, "but I am very much afraid my children impose upon his good nature."