"Oh, cook!" said little Ellie, "I think it's a beautiful name: the angels live in heaven."
"She doesn't live there, poor little soul!" said cook compassionately; "I'll be bound it's anything but heaven where she lives. Her father drinks, and her mother has five of them."
"Cook," whispered the child again, "would she like one of my birthday cakes?"
"I should think so," said cook. "Should we give her one?"
And, to Angel's great astonishment, she found herself the sole owner and possessor of a pastry bird, a fish, a star, and a heart; while little Tim was made equally rich.
The children were almost too pleased to say "Thank you!"
"There, now! The basket's ready," said cook; "and here's the money for your mother."
Angel and Tim took up the basket, and turned to go.
"Good-bye, little Angel," said the child shyly; "I do wish you had some wings."
"Cook, don't you think Angelina would be a pretty name for my dolly?" they heard her saying as they went down the steps.