The pale lady thought that cheerful little Carolyn was most "comferble" to have around one too. In spite of the frock fittings the child came frequently, if only for half an hour at a time. The pale lady went out but seldom with her baby. Although he was such a "skinny" child in Carolyn's opinion, the baby was a good deal of a burden for the frail mother. And lacking a carriage now, it was too great a task for her to carry the baby as far as Central Park. The little girl wanted very much to know why Mrs. Laird would not use the twenty-dollar bill sent her by the rich man with which to buy another go-cart; but she was too polite to ask. Indeed, although she realized that her new friend was poor, she said or did nothing to show that she noticed the deficiencies in housekeeping arrangements and the like that were so apparent in the pale lady's apartment. The latter might have felt much embarrassed had Mrs. Cameron called; but one could not experience that feeling for long with friendly little Carolyn May. The weather was growing hotter and harder to bear. The sun poured into the kitchen windows of the cramped little apartment in the afternoon and made the place almost stifling. The big-eyed baby showed the effects of the heat, and the pale lady grew more pale and wan every day. Carolyn May's visits, however, cheered her friend immensely. Sometimes the little girl carried some plaything she had bought for the baby with her own money. She saw that, unlike other babies she knew--Eldred Price for instance--the pale lady's baby woefully lacked toys. Then, on several occasions, she brought sweets which her mother made, carrying the confection carefully in a flowered bowl and wrapped in a damask napkin under the outside cover of paper. They had a little feast in the pale lady's kitchen at such times, all four of them; for of course Prince had to have his share. He certainly had a sweet tooth! "Only, if he wouldn't gollop everything down so!" sighed his little mistress. "One lick of his tongue and a swallow, and his share is gone. And then he begs with his eyes and mouth all the time you are eating your share. It's no use. You can't teach a dog much etiquette, I guess." They played games as well as gossiped. Carolyn had one favourite "solitaire" game which she had made up herself and which she often played on rainy days when she might not go out and when her mother was too busy to stop her work to play with her. It was a most fascinating form of exercise for the imagination, for Carolyn called it, "If I Were Rich" and it consisted of "spending money in your mind." "You know," she told the pale lady, "I could spend a million if I had the time. And it's lots of fun to 'supposing.' Why! I guess half the fun in the world is 'supposing' about things." But Carolyn was too generous to wish to enjoy entirely this imaginary good fortune.