“Do you think it ended well, Kristy?” asked her mother as she finished the story.
“Well,” said Kristy hesitating, “I suppose it was a good thing for her to find out that her mother was right,—but wasn’t it horrid for her to lose all those beautiful things!”
“It was a costly lesson,” said Mrs. Crawford; “but I think it was much needed—she was a willful girl.”
Just at that moment the door opened and Uncle Tom entered.
“Well,” he said, “how did Kristy get through the rainy day that spoiled her picnic?”
“In the usual way,” answered Mrs. Crawford.
“Levying on everybody for stories?” asked Uncle Tom.
“Yes,” said Kristy; “and I’ve had the loveliest ones”—
“Kristy,” said Uncle Tom, “I want to give you a birthday present, but knowing your preference for stories, I did not venture to offer you anything else. So, happening to hear a specially interesting one to-day, I have persuaded the relater to come and tell it to you.”