“Now I’m coming!” says the little Frock, like a person of importance for whom all the rest have been waiting. It knows quite well it is a pretty blue frock, all trimmed with braid, and that the little child chose the stuff to make it; and that it is her favourite frock.
“Now, if you please, I must come, for I am quite as important, if not so gay as you,” says the pinafore; “besides, I have two little pockets.”
“I live in one,” says the Pocket-handkerchief, “and before I get into it, I should like very much to know if the little nose is quite nice and tidy.”
Mr. Pocket-handkerchief being quite satisfied, a chorus of voices shout, “All ready now!”
“Ah! but here is a tear, a stupid little tear, on my darling’s face. Never mind, I’ll kiss it off,” says Mamma, who came into the nursery at that minute.
AFTER SUNSET.
