Molly was such a little girl that she didn"t seem big enough to have a party all her own with truly ice-cream in it. But she had asked for one so many times that at last Mother decided to give her one. And the party was to be a surprise to Molly herself.
Early that afternoon Molly wanted to go for a little visit to Miss Eleanor. Miss Eleanor lived up Molly"s street, in a white house with apple-green blinds. Molly often went all alone.
Miss Eleanor was always so sunny and full of songs and stories and games that Molly loved her next best to Father and Mother and Baby.
"You may go, dear," said Mother, "if you will come home exactly at three o"clock."
"You always say exactly three o"clock, Mother," said Molly.
"Well, five minutes after three, then," laughed Mother. "And, Molly, so that you won"t forget this time, all the way to Miss Eleanor"s, say over and over, "Five minutes after three." Then, just as soon as you get there, say the words quickly to Miss Eleanor, "Five minutes after three.""
"Five minutes after three," said Molly; "I can remember that."
"That will give me plenty of time to get ready for the party," thought Mother.
Up the street with her white parasol flew Molly. "Five minutes after three," she said over and over in a whisper until she began to sing it.
"Five minutes after three," she sang until she stopped a moment on the bridge to see some boys fishing. Just about there, a big dog who was a friend of Molly"s ran out to say, "Good afternoon."
"Oh, Fritzie," cried Molly, "I"m going to Miss Eleanor"s to make her a visit. Want to come?"
But Fritz had the house to look after. So Molly gave him a hug and ran along.
"Three minutes after five," sang Molly; "three minutes after five," over and over until she ran into Miss Eleanor"s sunny little sitting-room.
"Three minutes after five," cried Molly; "that"s how long I can stay.
Won"t that be nice?"
"Why, it"s little Molly!" cried Miss Eleanor, "I"m all alone and so glad to have company! We"ll hear the clock strike five. Then, if you put on your wraps, you"ll be all ready to start home at three minutes past."
It seemed a very very short time to Molly before the little clock struck five.
"There, deary," said Miss Eleanor. "Put on your things and hurry right along!"
Molly put on her hat and coat. Then she kissed Miss Eleanor and hurried down the street.
When she reached the corner, she saw that the parlor at home was all lighted. And out of it came such a hubbub of little voices all laughing and talking that Molly ran faster than ever.
At the door she met Mother.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SHE STOPPED FOR A MOMENT ON THE BRIDGE."]
"Oh, Molly, _where_ have you been?" cried Mother. "I couldn"t go after you because I couldn"t leave Baby. And I couldn"t take him."
Molly scarcely heard. "Oh, Mother, Mother," she cried, "it looks like a party. And it sounds like one. Is it a party, Mother?"
"Yes," said Mother, "your own little party, Molly. And you"re the only one who is late. How could you forget?"
"But I didn"t forget, Mother," cried Molly, hurrying out of her coat, "truly I didn"t. Every step of the way I said it, and I said it to Miss Eleanor the very first thing."
"What did you say?" asked Mother.
"_Three minutes after five_," said Molly.
Mother laughed. "Why, Molly dear, you got the hour and minutes turned around. I said _five_ minutes after _three_. Well, never mind. Run along just as you are. It"s a lovely party, dear, with truly ice-cream in it."
EDITH"S TEA-PARTY
BY LOIS WALTERS
Edith was a little girl who was just learning to write. Her mother told her one day that she could have a tea-party on the next Tuesday, if the weather was fine, and that she could invite her little friend Helen, who lived on the same street, though not very far away; but she must write the letter to ask Helen to come. So, Edith got up at her mother"s writing-desk and took some of her own writing paper, and began to write.
She could make the letters but she could not spell very well. She asked her mother how to spell the words and then she wrote them down. And this is the letter she wrote:
[Ill.u.s.tration: hand-written letter
Dear Helen,
Mamma says I May ask you to come to my tea party next Tuesday at four oclock Bring your dolly.
your loving friend.
Edith]
Then she sealed the letter in the envelop, and put a stamp on it, and stood on the front piazza so as to give it to the postman herself.
When Tuesday came, Edith"s nurse dressed her in a fresh, white frock, and Edith dressed her dolly in her best dress, and went out under the trees where her nurse had set the table for two. And then she sat in a chair at the table and waited. But the big town clock struck four and no Helen came; and then she waited for half an hour longer. Then Edith put her dolly down on the chair and went in the house to find her mother.
"Mama," she said, "I think Helen is very rude, she doesn"t come to my party and I invited her!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: EDITH WAITING FOR HELEN.]
"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.
"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.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HELEN AND HER DOLLY.]