Moti cast a fond glance over the soft Indian-silk dress of pale pink, which she was wearing for the first, time, and answered,
"No, I like them!"
Bobby gave a grunt of disgust.
"I'm jolly glad I'm not a girl!" he said.
"Girls are the best things to be, though," Moti averred. Bobby took up the argument eagerly, and it was growing a little too "keen for good humor, when the three children of the village doctor happily appeared, putting a stop to it.
"I know we are ever so much too early," remarked the doctor's small son, cheerfully, "but I would n't wait any longer. What are we going to eat?"
His two sisters blushed, and the eldest shook her head at him:
But Moti was more than willing to unfold the bill of fare at once.
"We are going to have strawberry ice-
