Lucy thought a minute, then she said:
“Mrs. Bly.”
Mrs. Bly lived in the “Home for Aged Women.” She was a nice old lady, and Lucy often went with her mother to call upon her.
“Very well, dear,” said mamma; “there is your gold dollar; if you want to give it you may.”
“May I buy ’zactly what I please, mamma?”
“Yes, dear.”
“O, how nice!” said Lucy. “Can’t we go now, right off, to buy it?”
Mamma said “Yes” again, and Lucy ran off to get her hood and cloak and mittens. In a few minutes she was out on the street with mamma, gazing into all the shop windows. “What shall I buy? What shall I buy?” she kept asking.
Mamma said a little shawl for Mrs. Bly’s shoulders would be nice, or a pair of warm stockings or some handkerchiefs. But Lucy shook her head.
“Wouldn’t she like a bu’ful dollie or a sweet little kitty better?” she asked.