My Home. Al

 

And all the while I was thinking
of the new doll’s-house that grand-
mamma would give me perhaps.
The thought of this took me back
to Rosalinda, and I felt sure that
‘Bobbie would let her fall if I
didn’t be quick and go to him. So
I said, “Yes, I will go,” very much
in a hurry, and was ever so glad
to get away and run upstairs again.

“Queer little fish!” I heard
papa say as I left the room. “ She
thinks a great deal more about the
doll and Bobbie, than of the visit
tOeecenaiy:

“Children never look far for-

ward,” was mamma's answer.