"I'll let her ride in the new boat," said Jimmie, anxious to be good to Mrs. Gray.
"You wouldn't the first time, would you?" said auntie.
"Y—yes," said Jimmie. "Only—well, she isn't here."
"Jimmie," said mamma, "go down to the post-office and see if there's a letter from grandma there."
"I'm afraid papa will come."
"Well, what if he does? You won't be long."
"All right, then," said Jimmie; and away he went.
At the post-office was a letter for auntie, a paper for mamma, his own Harper's Young People, and the Daily News. Jimmie started home gayly; but when he reached the gate, his joy turned to sorrow, for Mrs. Gray sat on the piazza. Papa beckoned to Jimmie, who followed him into the house.
"Jimmie," said papa, "will you give up your sail-boat ride to Mrs. Gray?"
"Oh, papa!" Then, after thinking a minute: "Yes, I will."