out of her dream. She took hold of the chubby hand and pulled her close to her side with a coaxing little laugh.
“I will be your mamma,” she said. “We will play that you are my little girl. And Emily shall be your sister.”
Lottie’s dimples all began to show themselves.
“Shall she?” she said.
“Yes,” answered Sara, jumping to her feet. “Let us go and tell her. And then I will wash your face and brush your hair.”
To which Lottie agreed quite cheerfully,
out of her dream. She took hold of the chubby hand and pulled her close to her side with a coaxing little laugh.
“I will be your mamma,” she said. “We will play that you are my little girl. And Emily shall be your sister.”
Lottie’s dimples all began to show themselves.
“Shall she?” she said.
“Yes,” answered Sara, jumping to her feet. “Let us go and tell her. And then I will wash your face and brush your hair.”
To which Lottie agreed quite cheerfully,
