This is a pretty, wholesome child's story, one of the sort that commends itself to children's sympathies and will be conned again and again. No mother need hesitate ever putting this or any other of Miss Blanchard's stories into her little daughter's hands.
d was a bit of patching, as you see by this cut head and sprained wrist. I shall be as good as new in a few days. Poor, little daughter! I suspect that you fancied all sorts of things about me."
"Indeed she did," said Mrs. Porter, smiling, "we were really alarmed ourselves for your safety."
"I don't know what I should have done without Mrs. Porter. You don't know how good she has been to me," said Edna, looking up gratefully.
So the rest of the journey they were all on very good terms, and when Edna parted from her kind friends at the depot it was with a promise to go and see them as soon as she could.
"We have two boys, but no little girl," Mrs. Porter told her; "but we'll have a good time, even if we have no dolls in our house."
The accident had kept them from reaching Aunt Elizabeth's at the time they expected, and it was quite dark by the time they arrived at the house. Edna, therefore, could not see much of the street, but she could see the open square near by. The door