"Well, they are," interrupted Mrs. Crane a little snappishly;
apparently she did not like Miss Anne.

"Wrap 'em up and Mr. Hale will attend to the bill."

"All right," said the clerk looking much mystified.

Outside the door, June looked up into the beaming goggles of the
Hon. Samuel Budd.

"Is THIS the little girl? Howdye, June," he said, and June put her
hand in the Hon. Sam's with a sudden trust in his voice.

"I'm going to help take care of you, too," said Mr. Budd, and June
smiled at him with shy gratitude. How kind everybody was!

"I'm much obleeged," she said, and she and Mrs. Crane went on back
with their bundles.

June's hands so trembled when she found herself alone with her
treasures that she could hardly unpack them. When she had folded
and laid them away, she had to unfold them to look at them again.
She hurried to bed that night merely that she might put on one of
those wonderful night-gowns, and again she had to look all her
treasures over. She was glad that she had brought the doll because
HE had given it to her, but she said to herself "I'm a-gittin' too
big now fer dolls!" and she put it away. Then she set the lamp on
the mantel-piece so that she could see herself in her wonderful
night-gown. She let her shining hair fall like molten gold around