"I am sorry you are in such a hurry all the time, sir," said Mrs. Williams, slowly: "it must be very disagreeable. I will take one of these dolls as soon as this little girl has decided which one is the prettiest." "Oh, the white-muslin-gown one, ever so much," exclaimed Nelly. "Very well. You may put it up for me," said Mrs. Williams, taking out her purse. "How much does it cost?" "Ten dollars," said the man. "Oh, oh!" exclaimed Nelly, "mine was only five, and it was just as big as this one." The man looked a little embarrassed. The doll did not really cost ten dollars: it had only cost five; but he thought Mrs. Williams looked like a rich lady, and he might as well ask all he could get. "Well, this cost me six dollars in New York," he said; "but there isn't much sale for them here: you can have it for seven." Mrs. Williams paid him the seven dollars, and they drove away with the box with the doll in it, lying in Nelly's lap. Presently Nelly said:-- "Oh, Mrs. Williams, won't you let me send all Mrs. Napoleon's clothes to the little girl this dolly's for? I think they'd fit this dolly: don't you?" "You dear little thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Williams; "would you really send all those pretty clothes to a little girl you don't know?" "But you know her," said Nelly, "and you said you loved her; so I'd like to have her have them. Besides, I don't believe I'll ever have another dolly like Mrs. Napoleon: at any rate, not for a great many years." "Very well, dear," replied Mrs. Williams: "I will take them. She will be all the more pleased to get so many extra suits. When we stop at the hotel, you can give them to me." "The waterproof is torn some," said Nelly: "I guess mamma'll mend it." "Oh, never mind!" said Mrs. Williams. "This little girl's mamma is a very kind mamma: she can mend it." When they stopped at the hotel, Nelly raced upstairs and burst into her mother's room. "Mamma!" she exclaimed almost as breathlessly as Rob was in the habit of speaking, "mamma, give me all Mrs. Napoleon's clothes. The sick lady's bought a beautiful wax doll--just Mrs. Napoleon's size--her name's Mrs. Williams--I asked her--and she's going to send it to a little girl she loves very much--her own little girl's dead--and I want her to have those clothes too, because Mrs. Williams is so kind; oh, she's the sweetest lady! Give me the clothes, quick!" Mrs. March was looking in a trunk for them while Nelly ran on. She smiled as she handed them to Nelly. "Are you sure you will not want them yourself, Nell?" she said; "you might have a doll that they'd just fit." "I don't believe I ever will, mamma," said Nelly, "and even if I do, I'd rather give these clothes away. Mrs. Williams is such a sweet lady--you don't know, mamma!" And Nelly ran downstairs with the package in her hand. As she left the room, Rob said to his mother:-- "Mamma, I bet she's bought the doll for Nell! Wouldn't that be fun? Nell's such a goose she'd never suspect any thing!"