It'll come by post, Becky.

Mother's going to help us make it.

You'll like it I know." "It's--it's--a picture-book!" said Olly, in a loud whisper, putting his head down to Becky.

"You won't tell, will you ?" "Oh, you unkind boy," said Milly, pouting.

"I'll never have a secret with you again." But Becky looked very pleased, and said she would like a picture-book she thought very much, for it was dull sometimes when mother was busy and Tiza was nursing baby.