AMY. “ 155

. saying, “I don’t want any old brof, I don’t like it; I want fiss,
and sweet a-tatoes, and corn on the cob, and nice meat.”

“But you cannot have all that, dear. You must eat what
mamma bids you,” returned her mother.

This Amy refused to do, and sat gazing at the dinner-table
with full eyes and an empty stomach till May whispered to
her, “ Never mind, Amy, you are going to have a birthday
soon, and if you don’t get well, you know, you cannot eat any
birthday cake.” i. -

This was a dreadful prospect; so Amy concluded it was
well to make the best of a bad bargain, and fell to eating the
broth till she had finished the last mouthful.

“Now, May, let’s go and play,” she said.

“No,” said May; “let’s talk about the birthday.”

“Oh, yes,” Amy responded, as she usually followed in
. May’s lead, “let’s talk about birfdays. May, what do you
wiss I-was doing to have?”

“T wish you were going to have a box of candy and a
big cake, ’cause then I could have some, too. You would give
me some, wouldn’t you, Amy ?”

“Course I would; and I wiss I would have a doll, a lubly
new one, zen I could p’tend it was the ozer dear Rosy-Posy
come back again. Oh, May, if I do have a new doll, let’s
have a party for her.”

“All right ; we will. Don’t you wonder how she will be
dressed? Amy, I hope she will be just the size of Rosy, for