“Oh yes; for a little girl like you.”
“Then I’ll save up my money, until I get enough to buy me a doll as big as Sarah Johnson’s.”
In about an hour afterwards, Emma came to her mother, and said,—
“I’ve just thought what I will do with my sixpence. I saw such a beautiful book at a shop yesterday! It was full of pictures, and the price was just sixpence. I’ll buy that book.”
“But didn’t you say, a little while ago, that you were going to save your money until you had enough to buy a doll?”
“I know I did, mother; but I didn’t think about the book then. And it will take so long before I can save up money enough to get a new doll. I think I will buy the book.”
“Very well, dear,” replied Mrs. Lee.
Not long after, Emma changed her mind again.
On the next day her mother said to her,—
“Your aunt Mary is very ill, and I am going to see her. Do you wish to go with me?”