Jones, "and then she'll have all
the fun of arranging the dresses. Children love that so
much. Look, there are three little dresses with the doll,
aren't they cute? All cut out and ready to stitch together."
"Oh, how perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "I
think the mauve one would suit the doll best, don't you,
with such golden hair? Only don't you think it would make
it much nicer to turn back the collar, so, and to put a
little band--so?"
"_What_ a good idea!" said Mrs. Jones. "Do let's try it.
Just wait, I'll get a needle in a minute. I'll tell
Clarisse that Santa Claus sewed it himself. The child
believes in Santa Claus absolutely."
And half an hour later Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Brown were so
busy stitching dolls' clothes that they could not hear
the roaring of the little train up and down the dining
table, and had no idea what the four children were doing.
Nor did the children miss their mothers.
"Dandy, aren't they?" Edwin Jones was saying to little
Willie Brown, as they sat in Edwin's bedroom. "A hundred
in a box, with cork tips, and see, an amber mouthpiece
that fits into a little case at the side. Good present
for Dad, eh?"
"Fine!" said Willie appreciatively.
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