Child rearing -- Fiction; Children -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories; Siblings -- Fiction
The small culprit clapped her hands and executed an impromptu pirouette.
"Oh, goody, goody, Carroll! mother says I may spend all my money; won't
that be fun? When, mother, when can I buy the bottle for daddy? To-day?
Say yes, mother; please say yes!"
Elizabeth buried her face in her baby's fat neck to conceal the
rebellious smile that would curve her young lips, just when she knew she
ought to be grave and severe.
"If you are a good girl in kindergarten I will take you to the store
this afternoon," she said finally, with an undercurrent of wonder at the
punishment which had so suddenly been metamorphosed into a reward. These
singular transformations were apt to occur when her small daughter was
concerned. She reflected upon the recurrence of the phenomenon as she
brushed the silken mass of Doris' blond hair and fastened up her frock
in the back, both operations being impeded by the wrigglings of the
stalwart infant in her lap.
"I like to smell 'fumery," announced the young person, at the conclusion
of her toilet, "an' I love--I jus' love to hear pennies jingle in my
pocket. Can I empty the money out of my bank now, mother? Can I?" She
swung backward and forward on her toes like a bird poised for flight.
"You must eat your breakfast and go to school," Elizabeth said, trying
hard to keep her rising impatience out of her voice. "And after
school----"
"After school can I take my bank? The very minute it's out? Can I,
mother; can I?"
"You should say _may_ I; not _can_ I, Doris. Yes; if you're a good girl
in kindergarten, and keep hold of Carroll's hand all the way going and
coming, why then----"
"I don't like to take hold of hands with Carroll," objected Doris,
drawing her lips into a scarlet bud. "I like to walk by my lone; but I
promise I won't get run over or anything. I'll be just as good!"
It wasn't far to the little school where both children spent the
morning. Elizabeth watched her darlings quite to the corner, pleased to
observe that they were clinging obediently to each other's hands and
apparently engaged in amicable conversation.
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