54 Things will Take a Turn.

 

“That’s the article,” he said, pointing to a little
black cape. “What do you think of that,
Childie?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful, Mr. Jones,” she said admir-
ingly. ‘Only it is much too good for me.”

“Tut, tut!” he replied.

And he bought it then and there, and made her
put it on at once that he might see how she looked
in it.

‘“Fust-rate!” he said, smiling proudly.

And then they bought a little pink rosebud and
a pair of gray cotton gloves, and, armed with these
wonderful purchases, went back to the bird-shop.

“Don’t you say anything to grand-dad,” he said
as he stooped down and kissed her very gently;
“but just you put them fineries on to-morrow and
see if he notices. Maybe he won’t notice. . But
there, there! his eyesight is awful bad, you know.
And we can’t all notice the same things, can we?
Why, you know I don’t ever take any heed of
them seedy-looking books of yours.”

Childie thanked him many times for his beauti-