after a moment she exclaimed, eagerly, "Oh! Lizzie, do you think we
could have a deviled egg? Is it too expensive?"

"You shall have a deviled egg if I have to steal it. But maybe you
might dust up the parlor a bit while I get things ready."

Lydia established little Patience on the dining-room floor with a linen
picture book, brought in a broom and dustpan from the kitchen and began
furiously to sweep the parlor. When the dust cleared somewhat she
emerged with the dustpan heaped with sweepings and the corners of the
room still untouched. She hung the coats and hats in the entry and
rubbed off the top of the table with her winter Tam o' Shanter, from
which the moths flew as she worked. She gazed thoughtfully at the
litter on the desk and decided against touching it. Then with a sense
of duty well done, she lifted little Patience and carried her up into
the little bedroom.

The bathing suits were pretty blue woolen things, and when the two
presented themselves to Lizzie in the kitchen the old woman exclaimed,
"Well, if ever I seen two fairies!"

"A thin one and a fat one," chuckled Lydia. "Push the baby carriage
down over the steps for me, Lizzie, and I'll prepare for our long, hard
voyage."

Patience was established in her perambulator with her linen picture
book. Florence Dombey was settled at her feet, with "Men of Iron."
The bits of cigar box and the knife packed in a pasteboard box were
tied to one edge of the carriage. Patience's milk, packed in a tin
pail of ice, was laid on top of "Men of Iron." The paper bag of lunch