"Just wait a little longer, dear," said her mother, "and she will come. Maybe her nurse was busy dressing Helen's little sister and brother and couldn't get her ready in time." "But I invited her," was all Edith could say; "but I invited her, and she doesn't come." Then her mother went to the telephone and called up Helen's mother. In a moment she came back. "Edith, dear," she said, "what day did you write Helen to come? Her mother says she thought it was to be Thursday, and so did Helen, and this is only Tuesday." "But I _did_ say Tuesday, mama," said Edith, who was almost ready to cry. "I remember because that was the hardest word to spell, and I think I made a blot when I wrote it." "Well, never mind, dear; Helen is getting ready now and will be over in a few minutes," said her mama. And Edith was very happy, and ran out to the tea-table under the trees with her doll to wait. But she did not have to wait very long this time, for in a little while Helen came running across the lawn carrying her doll; and so happy were both little girls that Edith forgot all about the long time she had been waiting for Helen to come. [Illustration: HELEN AND HER DOLLY.] Helen wanted Edith to know that she had not been rude in staying away, so she brought with her the letter Edith had sent to her, so she could show it to Edith. And there, sure enough, the word "Tuesday" was written so badly that it looked more like "Thursday," and that was why Helen did not think she was expected on this day. Well, the very first thing they did was to undress their dolls and put them to sleep under one of the bushes on the lawn--in the shade, so that the sun would not hurt their eyes, and so that the wax would not be melted from their cheeks. Edith put her napkin over both dolls for a comforter, for you never know when it will blow up cold, and little girls have to be as careful of their dolls as their own mothers are! Very soon the maid came out with cookies and lady-fingers and make-believe tea, and another napkin to take the place of the one Edith had put over the dolls, and they had tea. Then the two little girls and Edith's nurse had a nice game of croquet, and they had a lovely tea-party after all, and Edith forgot all about waiting so long for Helen to come. But Edith never again made a mistake when she spelled "Tuesday." REBECCA BY ELEANOR PIATT [Illustration: "OH, DOCTOR! COME QUICK! REBECCA HAS A CHILL!"] I have a doll, Rebecca, She's quite a little care, I have to press her ribbons And comb her fluffy hair. I keep her clothes all mended, And wash her hands and face, And make her frocks and aprons, All trimmed in frills and lace. I have to cook her breakfast, And pet her when she's ill; And telephone the doctor When Rebecca has a chill.