But she felt much worse when Ella, the sick one, half raised herself from her pillow a said-- "Did you get me that orange, as you promised, mother ?" "No, dear; I couldn't get any money this morning," the mother replied, bending over her sick child and kissing her cheek, that was flushed and hot with fever.

"But as soon as Mr.Berlaps pays me, you shall have an orange." "I wish he would pay you soon then, mother; for I want one so bad.

I dreamed last night that I had one, and just as I was going to eat it, I waked up.

And, since you have been gone, I've been asleep, and dreamed again that I had a large juicy orange.

But don't cry mother.
I know you couldn't get it for me.