"I am so glad I can wash mine, mother."
"Yes — Why, my dear child?"
"There are so many spots on them."
Her mother stooped down beside her and spoke cheerfully.
"What are you thinking of now, Winnie?"
"Only, mamma, I am glad to think of it," she said, nestling her sunny little head in her mother's neck. "I wanted yesterday that Will and Governor should have better clothes."
"Well, Winnie, I wanted it too — I would have given them better if I had had them."
"But mamma, ought I to have wished that?"
"Why yes, dear Winnie; it is a pleasant thing to have comfortable clothes, and it is right to wish for them, provided we can be patient when we don't get them. But still I think dear Governor and Will will be pretty comfortable this winter. We will try to make them so."
"Yes mamma, —but I wanted them to be smart."