OH, no, Sara," said her grandmother, "that's not what you must do. You must buy one good thing with this."
"Then," said Sara, putting the real question, "can I do what I want with what belongs to me?"
"Yes, indeed, darling, anything you like."
"Then," resumed Sara, "I'm going to get two hundred pennies, bright ones, and I'm going"
"Hush, Sara," said her mother, "talk no more about what you are going to do till we get to the store, and then grandma will tell you what you can get." She added in a hasty aside, "I know that's not what you mean, but it'll do for the time being until she gets over this two hundred pennies idea."
There was so much to be done. Alice walked as rapidly as circumstances permitted, steering her child, towing her mother-in-law until Sara came to a full stop.
"Clothes!" she cried, pointing to a counter, "clothes for dolls. Clothes for my children." Her voice grew shriller. "Clothes is what I want! Clothes for my Georgiana, clothes for my Lilietta. Winter coats is what they need."
No mother of experience could have been more definite. Sara was expressing the wish of her heart. In her emphasis she conveyed to Alice how absolutely two little coats filled her heart with joy to overflowing.
"How much are they?" inquired grandma.
They proved to be a dollar each.
"A dollar each!" cried the outraged grandmother.
