Marjorie's Vacation by Carolyn Wells
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page 192 of 221 (86%)
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"Let's send her crazy, then, by all means. Where do you purchase these sateen affairs?" "Oh, at any dry-goods shop. We'll pick one out." Into a large department store the girls went, and soon found a parasol, which, though inexpensive, was as dainty and pretty as the higher-priced silk ones. They already had a gayly-dressed doll for Hoopy Topsy, and toys for the little children. "Now, what's the other pink thing, Midget?" asked Uncle Steve, as they all piled into the carriage again. "Don't laugh, Uncle, but you see, it's such an awfully hot day and I really think it would comfort them to have--" "A pink fan apiece, all 'round?" "No, Uncle, not that at all; something much cooler than that. A can of pink ice cream!" "Just the thing, Mops! How did you ever come to think of it? We'll take it right along with us, and after we've bestowed all this load of luggage on the unsuspecting Dunns, we'll come back here and get another can of ice cream for ourselves; and we'll take it home to a nice, little green porch I know of, and there we'll all rest after our labors, and regale ourselves." This plan met with great favor in the eyes of the three young |
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