She
rubbed her eyes.
"It was a dream," she said. "It is the Piper's wonderful way; he has
left me here to work and wait, so that I may make the world beautiful
at last." And she smiled and clapped her hands as the wind swept round
the corner.
MARJORIE'S MIRACLE.
"Shall we have to wait until all these folks have been taken?" asked
Marjorie, looking from the crowd of people who thronged the fashionable
photograph-gallery to her mother, who was threading her way slowly
through the press to the cashier's desk.
"Yes, dear, I 'm afraid so. But we must be patient and not fret, else
we shall not get a pleasant picture; and that would never do."
While she paid the clerk for the photographs and made her arrangements
with him as to the desired size and style, Marjorie busied herself with
looking around and scanning the different faces she saw.
"There!" she thought; "what for, do you s'pose, have I got to wait for
that baby to have its picture taken? Nothing but an ugly mite of a
thing, anyway! I should n't guess it was more than a day old, from the
way it wiggles its eyes about. I wonder if its mother thinks it's a
nice baby? Anyhow, I should think I might have my picture taken first.
And that hump-backed boy! Guess I have a right to go in before him!
He 's not pretty one bit. What a lovely frock that young lady has
on,--all fluffy and white, with lace and things! She keeps looking in
the glass all the time, so I guess she knows she 's pretty.
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