152 AMY.

dolls, Amy dropped her favorite, Rosy-Posy, and the poor
doily was broken.

“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” wailed Amy. “Oh, mamma, isn’t
it drefful? I have broken my dear dolly.”

They comforted her as well as they could, and mamma
promised she should have a new one on her birthday, which
was not far off, and after a while Amy was pacified.

“Now,” said May, “ let’s pretend your little girl died, and
you came to see me.”

“Well,” replied Amy, “ let’s.”

“ Good-morning, Mrs. Jones,” said May, effusively. “How
is your little girl ?”

“She is all dead,” responded Amy.

“Oh, what was the matter ?”

“She had the measles.”

“T wouldn’t have it the measles, Amy,” said May. “We
had the measles and we didn’t die. Pretend she had the
fits,”

“Yes,” replied Amy, “it was the fits.” —

“Well, Mrs. Jones,” May continued, settling herself com-
fortably in her little rocking-chair, “tell me all about it.
How was it, Mrs. Jones? Did you come home and find her
all dead ?” |

“Yes,” replied Amy, sorrowfully. “All dead.”

May, with a show of added interest, “Then what.did you
do?” -