OUR TEA-PARTY.
"Please to draw your chair—
The table's ready."
"Going home! Oh! Miss Goldy-hair," we all called out, "oh! we thought you were going to stay with us all day."
Racey had come out of his corner and stood staring at Miss Goldy-hair.
"Are you kite alone in the world?" he said gravely, "are you, Miss Doldy-hair?"
"Racey," I said, giving him a little shake, "how can you be so rude?"
But Miss Goldy-hair didn't seem vexed, though her face got a little red.
"Never mind, Audrey," she said. "Some one must have said something before him that he has remembered. But it doesn't matter—there's no harm in any one saying it, because it's true, at least, true in a way. What made you ask me that, Racey?" she added, turning to him.
"I was sinking," said Racey, not at all put about. "I was just sinking that if you are really kite alone you'd better come and live with us. Or we'll go and live with you—which would be best?"
"I think a little of both would be best," said Miss Goldy-hair. "To-day, as Tom isn't well, you see I've come to see you. But afterwards, when he's all right again, you must all come to see me—often, very often."