THE DOLLS WASHING.

“You see how it is, my dear,” said Mrs. Granger, looking at
her little daughter with a serious face. “The wrong we do
never dies with the doing, but lives in its consequences until it
punishes us. I want you to remember this. If you had never
given needless trouble to Mary when you went into the kitchen
—had never pulled her things about nor spilled water over the
floor nor upset her dishes nor acted rudely or saucily—you
wouldn’t now be in any fear of her crossness. So you see how
it is. If Mary’s crossness stands in the way of your pleasure,
you have only yourself to blame.”

So the little girl went slowly down to the kitchen.

Mary was standing at the table rolling out pie-crust.

“ Ave you making apple pies ?” Annie asked, in a respectful
way, that took Mary by surprise.

“Peach and lemon,” answered Mary, in a kind, quiet voice.

“Oh, that’s nice; your lemon pies are splendid.”

“ Would you like to make a little one for yourself?” asked
Mary.

“ May 1?”

“Why, yes, dear. Ill leave you a nice bit of dough, and
you shall have one of the small patty-pans to bake it in.”

“Thank you, Mary,” said Annie, in a pleased voice, which
was another surprise to the cook. “ And, Mary, there’s some-
thing else I’d like to do if you'll let me. I won’t trouble you
a bit, and [ll try to keep everything nice.”

“ What is it, dear ?”

Mary’s voice was kind and encouraging.

“JT want to wash Dolly’s clothes—a real wash, you see,
Mary—and then iron them with a hot flat-iron.”

“Tt will make such a slop, Annie, and my kitchen is all done
up clean and nice. I couldn’t have water and suds spilled all
about.”

“T won’t make a bit of slop or dirt, Mary,” pleaded the
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