short dress-skirt and the round little legs, till then quite covered by the coat. “Mama said to the bottom of my dress; my father says I ’ll grow to it, but he is n’t much of a shopper.”
“‘I ’m sorry I hurt your feelings, little girl. Good-by.’”
Mr. Saunders stood with his hands in his pockets, studying the effect of his ready-made goods on this purchaser.
“Well, let ’s go meet him,” he said, Lucy led him to the comer of the candy counter, but her papa was not there, It had not been so very long since he had left, though so much had happened.
“I guess we ’ll have time to go upstairs,” said Mr. Saunders, and Lucy pushed her little mittened hand into his. The coat-sleeve was so long that it covered both their hands, and he looked down with twinkling eyes.
“I did n’t mean to say,” explained Lucy,