His mamma had told him that the picture girl was little Miss Calendar, but Ray liked to call her Rosebud.
One afternoon Ray was feeling rather tired. He sat all curled up in his papa’s easy-chair at the desk.
“Please, Rosebud, I wish you would talk to me,” said Ray wistfully, looking at little Miss Calendar with tired eyes.
The picture-girl smiled at him and whispered, “How do you do, Ray?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” answered the little boy; “but I didn’t know that you knew me.”
“Didn’t you?” replied Rosebud. “I know you very well indeed.”
“That seems strange,” said Ray; “how do you know me so well?”
“I see you every day and hear your mamma talking to you,” was the answer.
“Yes, of course you do, I never thought of that,” said Ray. “Perhaps you see everything I do.”
“I do indeed,” replied the picture-girl; “that is, I see everything you do in this room.”