Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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"It's mean to tease a child in that way," added Julia, in an audible aside, as she laid the doll on the shelf behind, and wished that the lady to whom she was showing some very handsome dolls would finish her choice, so that she might get a free minute to run up to the mending room again. But the interest of the customer had been awakened by the little drama enacted before her. "What is the matter?" she inquired, cordially. Julia looked disconcerted; but the lady had such a sweet and noble face, and her manner was so winning, that the girl found herself telling briefly not only the history of Katy's doll, but of Katy and Ellie too. It was not a waste of time either; for while she talked the purchaser made one or two additional selections, and then, after giving directions concerning them, passed on. "Do you know who that was?" asked Katy, rushing up as the lady turned into another aisle of the store. "Yes: Mrs. M----, of 34th Street. Of course she left her address for the parcels," replied Julia. "It's my Rose-lady, as I call her,--don't you remember the one who gave me the pretty flower?" cried the child. "Why, so it is!" rejoined Julia. "Well, she's a lovely lady certainly. She happened to ask what the trouble was about the doll; and was so interested I couldn't help telling how you had saved and planned to get it for Ellie, and all about it." |
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