Lydia then went again to her box, and took out a very pretty cotton frock, which she put on the little boy, with more pleasure than she had ever dressed a doll; though the little fellow was not quite so quiet as a doll, but was moving and twisting about to see as much as possible of the flowers upon his frock.
When their things were adjusted, Miss Lydia led them to the door, and desired her Mamma to step down.
Mamma, said she, I told you I had a secret; this is it. I read in the Children’s Friend, that people should do some good-action on their birth-day. Do you like Sally’s hat, Mamma?
Mamma.
Yes, my dear, it is very neat indeed: but where did you get these things? you could not buy them yourself.
Lydia.
No, Mamma, my sister was so good as to get the hat and the ribbon for me when she went to school, and to put the ribbon on for me. I have been saving up my money a great while. Do not you remember I would not buy a basket when the others did? and look now what a pretty basket Sally has brought me! a great deal prettier than that at the door. Still I should not have had money enough if my aunt had not happened to give me a shilling the other day.
Mamma.
But where did you get the frock?