Holidays at Roselands by Martha Finley
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and her ingenuity and patience were taxed to the utmost to think of
stories and games that would please them all. It was still early in the afternoon when she seemed to have got quite to the end of her list. She was trying to amuse Enna's set, while her three companions and Herbert were taking care of themselves. They had sat down on the floor, and were playing jack-stones. "Let us play jack-stones, too," said Flora. "I don't know how; but Elsie, you can teach me, can't you?" "No, Flora, I cannot indeed, for papa says I must not play that game, because he does not like to have me sit down on the floor," replied Elsie. "We must try to think of something else." "We needn't sit on the floor, need we? Couldn't we play it on the table?" asked Flora. "I don't know; perhaps we could; but papa said I mustn't play it," replied Elsie, shaking her head doubtfully. "But maybe he'd let you, if we don't sit on the floor," persisted the little girl. Several other little ones joined their entreaties to Flora's, and at length Elsie said, "Well, I will go and ask papa; perhaps he may let me, if I tell him we are not going to sit on the floor." She went to his dressing-room, but he was not there. Next she tried the library, and was more successful; he was in an easy chair by the fire, |
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