THE PANSY.
"I CAN'T GIVE LULU JANE TO GRANDMA," SAID PATTY.
PATTY PLUMMER'S TRIAL.
PATTY PLUMMER awoke one lovely August morning with a delightful feeling that something nice was going to happen that day. The sun was shining in on the rough board walls of her little chamber, and she could see the bits of broken china and glass glitter in her playhouse—a corner of the room outside. Then she thought of her dream! Patty laughed aloud as she dressed herself, at the thought of her old broken dolly Lulu Jane chasing her round the house, and squeezing through a tiny crack when she tried to shut her in the sitting-room!
"Aha! I just know why I dreamed that! I know what makes me so happy!" and she danced round in her stocking feet, singing her gayest song, quite forgetful of the old saying,
Sing before eating
And you'll cry before sleeping!
"Oh! I do hope she'll bring it to-day," Patty cried as she put on her slippers and ran out to her play-house, where in a parlor gorgeous with yellow paper carpet and green pasteboard chairs, stood an old accordion as a doll's piano, with a gayly-dressed rag lady sitting before it on a velvet-covered spool, and a fine gentleman by her side in blue paper trousers and black silk jacket.