"But I meant to keep this for my own baby!" she cried.
"Oh, you can build another by the time that little mite needs one," the
young man replied. "And my youngster is four years old,--just ready to
inhabit a ready made home of this kind,"
So the pretty little house was sold, and plans were made to remove it
to the purchaser's estate.
So it went. Azalea had many offers for her wigwam, if she would sell it
after the fair. She agreed to let it go to the highest bidder, and
finally received a fine price.
Archery was one of the pretty diversions, and at this Azalea excelled.
To the surprise of all, she proved exceedingly skilful with the bow and
arrow and easily won the prize offered. But she magnanimously refused to
accept it, and returned it to be competed for over again.
Mr. Greatorex, the expert connoisseur in the matter of antiques, arrived
at Elise's log cabin and expressed delight in its construction and
furnishing.
The cabin was not for sale, Elise laughingly informed him, as Mr.
Farnsworth intended to keep it a permanent fixture on his own grounds.
Also, Elise went on, very few things of value were left on her
tables,--but she still had one piece on which she wished to ask his
opinion.
From a drawer she brought out the sampler that Azalea had given her and
passed it over to Mr. Greatorex, without comment.
He looked at it, at first casually and then more closely.
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