Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley
"I'll tell you what we'll do, Amarilly. I will buy one of the rugs that are to be on sale at the church fair this week. They have some very nice large ones. I will give it to you, and when yours is finished you may give it to me in return."
"Oh, thank you!" cried Amarilly, her countenance brightening, "But won't you need it afore I kin git this one done?"
"No; I am sure I shall not," replied the young lady gravely.
When they left the building the teacher paused as she was about to step into her electric brougham. "Where do you live, Amarilly?"
Amarilly gave her street and number.
"You must live farther away than any of the other children. Get in, dear; I will take you home."
She had opened the door as she spoke, and the little scrubber's eyes were dazzled by the elegance of the appointments--a silver vase filled with violets, a silver card-case, and--but Amarilly resolutely shut her eyes upon this proffered grandeur and turned to the lean but lon