you can't have them things, you can't!' So, Ella, she makes the
best of what she has, and I must say she doos have wonderful fine
taste."

Marjorie looked at the Elegant Ella, and, though she didn't agree
with Mrs. Dunn as to Ella's taste, she felt sorry for the poor
child, who wanted the refinements of life, yet was doomed to live
without them.

"It is of no consequence," said Ella, tossing her head; "we are
very comfortable; and though I should like a piano, I am in no
haste to procure one."

"Lucky you ain't," observed her mother, "as I don't see none
runnin' this way. What's the matter, Dibbsy dear?"

Dibbs, who was a baby of four years, was sitting on the floor
digging both his fists into his eyes. And though not audibly
crying, he evidently was not entirely happy.

"Wants to know what's in de bastick!" he announced without
hesitation.

"So you shall," declared his fond mother. "Hoopsy Topsy, lift
Dibbs up so he can see what the young ladies brought."

Nothing loath, Hoopsy Topsy lifted up her brother, who at once
forgot his grief, and, smiling broadly, began to investigate the
baskets.