It contained some small
cotton handkerchiefs, gayly printed, with border, pictures and verses,
in bright colors. Nannie's eyes brightened. They were much prettier
than the others, she thought, and they were only ten cents! She wavered
uncertainly between a pink and a blue one, and finally appealed to the
clerk for advice.
"Which is the nicest? Couldn't really say, ma'am. If you want it for
winter use, the blue would probably match best with your nose; but if
you keep it specially for fits of weeping, the red might be nearest the
proper tint."
Nannie looked at him solemnly, but not understanding him in the least:
she decided upon the blue one, and turned away with the precious
package in her hand. It was certainly growing late. The rosy glow had
all vanished from the west, and one star was peeping out dimly.
"A good deal after supper-time," murmured Nannie, anxiously. Then,
glancing down a side street, she caught sight of a baker's sign. It was
but a few steps, and she was very hungry, so she determined to invest
her remaining cent in a piece of gingerbread. Eager to be on her
homeward way she walked rapidly, and this did not suit the fancy of a
large dog in a neighboring yard.
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