“She’s a precious pet,” said Mrs Crawford, holding her closely in her arms. “I should dearly love to keep her myself!”
“Oh, do!” cried Kristy eagerly, “that is, if Kate’ll give her up. What’s her name, Kate?”
“Of course I don’t know her real name,” said Kate; “but I think I shall call her Francesca, after the place where I found her.”
“That’ll be good,” said Kristy.
But now Uncle Tom interrupted, taking the sleepy baby in his arms.
“Miss Francesca ought to be in bed long ago, so we must say good-night, everybody,” and he started off. Kristy cried after him, “Good-night, Uncle Tom, and thank you for the fine ending to my Rainy Day Picnic.”
By Olive Thorne Miller
THE BIRD OUR BROTHER. 12mo, $1.25 net. Postage 11 cents.