A CHAT WITH MOTHER. 103

“Yes, dear; in fact your aunt says the
thermometer is higher this morning than
it has been yet. It will be a lovely day for
the show in some respects, but the heat will
he very trying.”

“Yes,” I say with an exhausted sigh; “if
only we could have a large umbrella put up
over the whole ground it wouldn’t be so bad;
but fancy walking about in the full glare of
the sun at that time of the day. I’ve got no
sun-shade now, either,” I add ruefully after a
moment’s reflection.

“No sun-shade, dear?” inquires Mother;
“how’s that? I thought you all had new
ones only a few weeks ago.”

“Yes; so we had,” I answer dismally,
“but I smashed the handle of mine last
week, Auntand I went to M shopping,
and I left it on the seat of the carriage when
we got out last, and when I got in again |
forgot all about it and sat down on it.”

“Careless girl,” says Mother smiling.
“Well, you must get a new handle put on,
and I will lend you mine this afternoon.