"Yes, ma'am," replied Cordelia Running Bird, handing her the little
book. "Thank you very much. It made me think of Annie, so I read it,
and it told me I must love my enemies, so just like I shall do it now."
"I am very glad the cross thoughts have left you," was the answer. "Now
put on your plaid dress and be ready in ten minutes."
Cordelia flew to get the plaid dress from the closet, and was ready and
downstairs in a twinkling. The little girls selected for the drive were
in the playroom putting on their hoods and coats in great delight.
Cordelia hurriedly put on her own, and, opening her cupboard, she
unlocked a doll trunk, taking out a tiny purse for coins, whose portly
sides bespoke some wealth within. She looked an instant at the blue
dress and the silk for feather-stitching, finding to her great relief
that they had not been touched. She locked them in the doll trunk, put
the little key into the purse, and whisked away.
"The store is much nicer than the post office," was her joyous
reflection, as she slipped the purse into her pocket on her way
outdoors. "Very long have I been saving this last part of all the money
that I earned tending baby; now I have a chance to spend it with my own
eyes."
Down the steep hill went the bob-sled to the great Missouri River, where
it took the straight, smooth road on the snow-laden ice.
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