Leigh thought it a good idea, and did as nurse proposed. Mary was very glad not to have to remember all about the reins; her little head was full enough already. She was looking quite pale with excitement when nurse began to dress her in her best things to go out with her mamma. But it was very interesting to have all her Sunday things on on a week-day, and by the time she was ready—her best boots buttoned and her little white silk gloves drawn on, and her fair curls, nicely brushed, hanging down under her big straw hat, which had white bows and tufty feathers at one side—Mary’s face had grown rosier again.
Chapter Ten.
Shopping.
She felt quite happy when she found herself at last settled by mamma’s side in the victoria. She gave a deep sigh—it was a sigh of content—just because she was so happy.
But mamma turned round quickly.
“My darling,” she said, “is there anything the matter? Why are you sighing so?”
Mary cuddled a little bit nearer to mamma, and looked up in her face with a smile.
“I’m quite dreffully happy, mamma dear,” she said. “The breaving comes like that when I’m dreffully happy. But oh, mamma,” she went on, with an anxious look creeping over her face, “I hope we’ll ’amember all the lotses of things there is to buy!”