"And do you always remember what 'mamma' wishes?"
"No. I'm a terrible forgetter. But I try. Somehow it's easier now I can't see her," she answered.
"Quite natural. Suppose we go into the library for a little while. I want to consult the directory."
She clasped his hand, looked up confidingly, but felt as if she should fall asleep on the way thither. She wondered if it ever came bedtime in that house, and how many hours had passed since she entered it.
"There, Miss Josephine, I think you'll find that chair a comfortable one," said the host, when they had reached the library, rich with all that is desirable in such a room. "Do you like pictures?"
"Oh, I love them!"
"That's good. So do I. I'll get you some."
But Mr. Smith was not used to the "loves" of little girls, and his selection was made rather because he wanted to see how she would handle
