Pansy.
A LETTER FROM FATHER.
"I WONDER if we will get a letter from father to-night."
It was Essie Carter who spoke. Her mother sat by the window sewing, while Gracie played with her dolls upon the doorstep. Essie was just starting for the post-office.
"I think," she continued, "that I will go across the pasture lot, it is more shady that way and it is very warm this afternoon."
At mention of the pasture lot Gracie sprang up and said in her lisping tones, "Gracie go too!"
"Gracie may go as far as the fence and wait for Essie there," said her mother. And clinging to her sister's hand, carrying her favorite doll, the little one went down the lawn, across the meadow and there cheerfully relinquished her hold and set about hunting violets while Essie went on to the country post-office, where she secured the coveted letter. On her return she found Gracie hanging upon the fence.