Have you taken your pink pellet ?" "Poor little Maria, too," said Mrs.White.
"Good gracious, ma, don't you take to worryin' over her," said Lillian.

"Here's your pink pellet.

A young one dressed up the way she was to-day!" "Dress ain't everything, and nothin' is goin' to make me believe that Ida Slome is a good mother to her, nor to her own child neither.

It ain't in her." Lillian, approaching her mother at the window with the pink pellet and a glass of water, uttered an exclamation.

"For the land's sake, there she is now!" she said.