you may go over to see the little boy. And I am as sure, as sure can
be, that, when he sees all the nice things you have, he will play
keeping house with you."

So the little girl in the Yesterdays, with her treasures from mother's
pantry, went out across the garden and through the hedge to find the
boy. Very carefully she went through the opening in the hedge so that
she would lose none of her treasures. And oh, the joy of it! The
splendid wonder of it! She found that the boy had built a house--all
by himself he had built it--with real boards, and had furnished it
with tiny chairs and tables made from boxes. Complete it was, even to
a beautiful strip of carpet on the floor and a shelf on which to put
the dishes. Then, indeed, when the boy told her how he had made the
house for her--just for her--and how it was to have been a surprise;
and that she had come just in time because if she tad come sooner it
would have spoiled the fun--the heart of the little girl overflowed
with gladness. And to think that all the time she was feeling so not
wanted and in the way the boy was doing _this_ and all for her!
Did her mother know? She rather guessed that she did; mothers have
such a marvelous way of knowing everything, particularly the nicest
things.

So the little girl gave the boy all the treasures that she had brought
so carefully and they had great fun eating them together; and all the
rest of that day they played "keephouse." And this is why that day was
among the best of all the woman's Yesterdays.

Several men going home from work passed the spot where the young woman
sat. Then a group of shop girls followed; then another group and, in
turn, two women from an office that did not close early on Saturdays.