The queer little storekeeper put the charming little box inside Ray’s pocket, who never stopped running until he reached Aunt Polly’s sitting-room.
He knocked gently and her cheery voice said, “Come in.”
Like a little gentleman Ray walked over to Aunt Polly and said: “I’m sorry, auntie, for having had such bad manners this morning. Will you forgive me for being so impolite?”
“Yes, dear,” said Aunt Polly with a kiss. And just then Ray felt so happy that he knew the little box had settled close to his heart.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A PAIR OF OLD SHOES.
ET’S cuddle up in the Talking Chair,” said Dorothy, one wet afternoon, “and perhaps we’ll hear a new story.”
“I’m ready,” cried Ray squeezing in beside his little cousin.
“You don’t look quite comfortable, children,” said Aunt Polly smiling. “I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” she continued, “let me sit in the Talking Chair; Dorothy can sit on my lap and Ray on the little hassock at my feet. Then perhaps the chair will whisper a new story to me.”