“Just wait a little longer, dear,” said her mother, “and she will come. Maybe her nurse was busy dressing Helen’s little sister and brother and couldn’t get her ready in time.”
“But I invited her,” was all Edith could say; “but I invited her, and she doesn’t come.”
Then her mother went to the telephone and called up Helen’s mother. In a moment she came back.
helen and her dolly.
“Edith, dear,” she said, “what day did you write Helen to come? Her mother says she thought it was to be Thursday, and so did Helen, and this is only Tuesday.”
“But I did say Tuesday, mama,” said Edith, who was almost ready to cry. “I remember because that was the hardest word to spell, and I think I made a blot when I wrote it.”
“Well, never mind, dear; Helen is getting ready now and will be over in a few minutes,” said her mama.
And Edith was very happy, and ran out to the tea-table under the trees with her doll to wait.
But she did not have to wait very long this time, for in a little while Helen came running across the lawn carrying her doll; and so happy were both little girls that Edith forgot all about the long time she had been waiting for Helen to come.