The older children were gone out for the day: mamma was busy in the sewing room with Miss Fay: Molly was doing the Saturday baking. "What could Alice do all by herself?" This was the very question that popped into the wee girl's own head, and she trotted off to ask mamma. "Here's I," she said, at the sewing room door. "Here's I, all by myself. What's I goin' do, mamma?" "Going to be mamma's good little daughter and amuse yourself this morning without help from anybody. See how busy I am." "Everybody's busy that isn't gone way off," said Alice dolefully. "Well, then," said mamma. "Alice must be busy, too, taking care of herself and making her own good times. See how well she can do it. "But first of all," mamma went on, "think what you would like to do or to have me get for you, and I'll stop a minute now for that, so as to start you." This was an important thing to decide, so Alice went into the next room and sat down in her kindergarten chair before her table, to think it out. She folded her arms and sat still about a minute: then she ran to mamma, exclaiming. "I know now, please get me my snub scissors" (of course she meant round-pointed) "and some bright paper, and I'll cut and cut ever so long." Mamma dropped her work and got the things. "Now, dear," she said, "see if you can't get along the rest of the morning by yourself. Dolly and the picture books are in the dining room. Don't ask me for anything if you can help it, but keep out of mischief and be as happy as you can." Alice went back to her little table and soon had it covered with queer things. There were the oddest dolls you ever saw, with arms sticking out like stems: and there were horses with as many legs as could be put along the whole length of the body. It was great fun to cut them. But by and by Alice grew tired of this, and jumped up quickly. Over went the little table, scattering things everywhere. Such a litter! "I'll just leave it all," thought Alice. Then a little voice inside said. "Pick it all up and help mamma." After a minute, the little girl obeyed this pleasant voice, and picked up every scrap. Then she ran downstairs without stopping at the sewing room door, though she wanted to. "Peggy Morlinda," she said, taking dolly from her cradle, "is you all by yourself, too? Isn't it lonesome? Come, I'll put you to sleep." Peggy was soon asleep, or supposed to be, though her eyes were still staring. "Now I will go take one little peek at mamma." said Alice, starting upstairs, but stopping next step. "No. I won't neiver," she said bravely. "I won't 'sturb mamma one bit." After this the little girl found amusement for awhile at the library window. Next, she went back to the picture books, and read a long story, all made up out of her own head, to Peggy Morlinda, who woke up to listen. But what a long morning it was! She did not enjoy it much, but she made up her mind about one thing--she wouldn't "'sturb mamma."