To
Ellie's quick imagination the story had all the charm of a fairy tale.
And when, at the close, her sister placed in her hands the orange and
the tiny box wherein lay the rose, still quite fresh and fragrant, her
face beamed with delight; and Katy went to bed very happy, feeling
herself more than repaid for having treasured them so carefully.
The next morning, when Katy reached the store, she found everybody in a
state of pleasurable excitement over the opening of the holiday goods;
for it wanted but three weeks to Christmas. At the end of the
stationery counter, where the pyramid of note-paper had been, an
immense stack of dolls was now attractively displayed. The little
cashgirl stood before it, lost in admiration. There were little dolls
and big ones; dolls with blue eyes, and others with brown; some with
light hair, and some with dark; _bebee Jumeau_ and _bebee Brue_; rubber
dolls, and rag dolls with _papier-mache_ faces.
"How lovely they are!" she murmured to herself, including even the
plainest and least among them in her appreciation of the gorgeous
company.
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