sense enough to buy something that will last for years and years. Her grandma will read her stories."
Sara's head was craned eagerly forward.
"And would her father read to her too?"
"Oh, yes, her father would surely."
"And would her mother read to her?"
"Yes, indeed. Wouldn't you, Alice?"
"Then everybody would read to me?"
"Lovely fairy tales," supplemented her crafty grandmother.
"Can I buy it?" Sara asked.
"Of course you can." Her grandmother winked several times, winks that meant, "See what a wonder I am for managing children when I set my mind to it!"
"Now, Sara, take the two dollars and give it to the lady there. Now you have bought your lovely book. Shall I have it sent?"
"I want it now!" cried Sara.
"Let her have it now," said Alice wearily.
"Yes, bless her little heart, she shall have it! Can you carry that heavy book all the way, Sara?"
"Of course I can," Sara assented proudly.
"We'll have everything else sent," said Alice; "we can manage it between us."
"And now," said Sara, with her book clasped to her bosom, "now we'll go get the winter coats, one for Liletta and one for Georgiana!" She smiled confidently at her two elders. Alice's heart smote her. She had known all the time what was coming, yet how stop the current of events?
