Helen wanted Edith to know that she had not been rude in staying away, so she brought with her the letter Edith had sent to her, so she could show it to Edith. And there, sure enough, the word "Tuesday" was written so badly that it looked more like "Thursday," and that was why Helen did not think she was expected on this day.
Well, the very first thing they did was to undress their dolls and put them to sleep under one of the bushes on the lawn--in the shade, so that the sun would not hurt their eyes, and so that the wax would not be melted from their cheeks. Edith put her napkin over both dolls for a comforter, for you never know when it will blow up cold, and little girls have to be as careful of their dolls as their own mothers are!
Very soon the maid came out with cookies and lady-fingers and make-believe tea, and another napkin to take the place of the one Edith had put over the dolls, and they had tea. Then the two little girls and Edith"s nurse had a nice game of croquet, and they had a lovely tea-party after all, and Edith forgot all about waiting so long for Helen to come.
But Edith never again made a mistake when she spelled "Tuesday."
REBECCA
BY ELEANOR PIATT
[Ill.u.s.tration: "OH, DOCTOR! COME QUICK! REBECCA HAS A CHILL!"]
I have a doll, Rebecca, She"s quite a little care, I have to press her ribbons And comb her fluffy hair.
I keep her clothes all mended, And wash her hands and face, And make her frocks and ap.r.o.ns, All trimmed in frills and lace.
I have to cook her breakfast, And pet her when she"s ill; And telephone the doctor When Rebecca has a chill.
Rebecca doesn"t like that, And says she"s well and strong; And says she"ll try--oh! very hard, To be good all day long.
But when night comes, she"s nodding; So into bed we creep And snuggle up together, And soon are fast asleep.
I have no other dolly, For you can plainly see, In caring for Rebecca, I"m busy as can be!
DOROTHEA"S SCHOOL GIFTS
BY EUNICE WARD
"It seems very queer," said Dorothea thoughtfully, "people who are going to do something nice always have presents given them, but people who are going to do something horrid never get a thing, and they need it twice as much."
"As for instance?" said her father, laying down his paper and drawing her onto his knee, while the rest of the family prepared to give the customary amused attention to their youngest"s remarks.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""YOU KNOW SCHOOL BEGINS NEXT WEEK," SAID DOROTHEA."]
"Well, when Cousin Edith went to Europe we all gave her presents to take with her, and when she came home lots of people sent her flowers.
Anita"s been getting cups and things ever since she was engaged, and last spring, when Florence graduated, almost all the family gave her something; and when Mary Bowman was confirmed she got a lovely white prayer-book and a gold cross and chain. But when people are going to do what they hate to do, they"re left out in the cold."
"What are you going to do that you don"t like, Baby?" asked Florence.
"Why, you know, school begins again next week," said Dorothea. "It makes me feel quite mournful, and I don"t see anything to cheer me up and make it interesting for me." A little smile was hidden in the corners of her mouth although her tone was as doleful as possible.
"If you were going to boarding-school--" began Anita, who was apt to take everything seriously.
"Then I"d have lots of things," interrupted Dorothea. "New clothes and a trunk and a bag, and you"d all come to see me off, and it would be interesting. But I"m going to work just as hard here at day-school, and yet I"ve got to bear it, all by myself."
Her father pinched her ear, and her big brother Jim offered to have a bunch of roses placed on her desk at school if that would make her feel better, while her two sisters looked at each other as though the same idea had occurred to them both.
On the morning of the first day of school, Dorothea was suddenly awakened by a loud ting-a-ling-a-ling. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. The room was flooded with morning light and the bra.s.s k.n.o.bs on her bed gleamed cheerfully at her and seemed to say: "Get up, get up!" Now Dorothea was a "sleepyhead" and had seldom been known to get up when first awakened. It usually took at least three calls from her mother or the girls, and sometimes Jim stole in and administered a "cold pig,"
that is, a few drops of chilly water squeezed upon her neck from a sponge, before she was ready to leave her comfortable bed.
"It"s an alarm clock," thought Dorothea. "But where is it?" Her eyes traveled sleepily around the room but saw nothing that had not been there the night before. The ting-a-ling-a-ling sounded once more. "It"s in this room somewhere!" she exclaimed, bouncing out of bed. She looked on bureau, washstand, bookcase, and window-seat, and then jumped, for the loud ting-a-ling came almost from underneath her feet. She hastily lifted the drooping cover of a little table that stood near the window, and there on the edge of the lower shelf stood an alarm-clock of the ordinary pattern but of rather extraordinary appearance, owing to a large yellow paper ruff which encircled its face.
"How did it get there?" exclaimed Dorothea in astonishment; and as she gazed the clock burst forth with another loud ting-a-ling.
"Isn"t it ever going to stop doing that?" she said, lifting it as she spoke. The yellow ruff seemed to have something written on it, so she took it off and, smoothing it out, read:
DEAR DOLLY: Happy school-day! After much earnest consideration I have selected this as a suitable reminder of this joyful (?) anniversary. It will continue to remind you five mornings in the week, thereby saving your family much wear and tear, for it will be properly wound and set every night by
Your affectionate brother, JIM.
P.S. When you are sufficiently aroused, press the lever and the alarm will stop.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Dorothea was a "sleepyhead"]
"It"s one of those awful clocks that go off every minute!" said Dorothea, carefully examining it to find the lever. She almost dropped it when it began another of its loud and long rings, but she soon found and pressed the lever and thereafter the clock was silent except for its customary tick.
"I don"t believe I shall ask anybody to give me presents any more," she said, eying Jim"s "reminder" with disfavor. But she changed her mind a little later when, on looking for a clean handkerchief, she discovered a flat square box tied with blue ribbon, and, opening it, saw half a dozen handkerchiefs with narrow blue borders and a little blue D in the corner. On the top was Cousin Edith"s visiting-card, on the back of which was printed in fantastic letters:
Dear Dolly: Use a handkerchief Whenever you"re inclined to sniff.
But with this band of blue I think They don"t need polka-dots of ink.
It was a constant wonder to the household what Dorothea did with her handkerchiefs when she was at school. In vain she protested that she didn"t wipe her pen on them, and she didn"t use them as blotters or to wash out her ink-well; but, nevertheless, black stains almost always appeared upon them, and Florence insisted that the family had to buy an extra pint of milk a day to take out all these ink-stains. Cousin Edith was too frequent a visitor not to know all the family plans and jokes, and Dolly, as she laughed and shook out one of the blue-bordered squares, resolved that "polka-dots" should be conspicuous by their absence, for Edith would be sure to know.
She entered the breakfast room just as the family were sitting down to the table.
"Behold the effects of my generosity and fore-thought!" exclaimed Jim waving his hand toward her. "Our Youngest is in time for breakfast!"
"Many happy returns of the day, small sister," said Anita, just as if it was her birthday, kissing her good morning and slipping a little hard package into her hand. "Bob sends you this with his love."
"I don"t mind returns of the day when it"s like this," said Dorothea, opening the package and at the same time spying a couple of tissue-paper parcels lying beside her plate. Inside was a small chamois-skin case out of which slid a little pearl-handled penknife. The accompanying card bore the name of her future brother-in-law, and also these words:
I hesitate to offer you This knife, for I shall be Afraid that if you cut yourself You straightway will cut me.
"How long did it take Bob to execute that masterpiece?" inquired Jim as Dorothea read it aloud.
"You"re jealous," she said. "Yours wasn"t half so lovely as Cousin Edith"s and Bob"s. It wasn"t poetry at all."
"I left all the eloquence to my gift itself," answered Jim, helping himself to an orange.
Dorothea paid no attention to him, for she was opening a small package fastened by a rubber band. It was a silver-mounted eraser with a tiny brush at one end. The inclosed note read:
This advice I must repeat; Spare the rub and spoil the sheet.
If you can"t restrain your speed, This will prove a friend in need.