I have my
own engagements. The doctor said she must have some exercise," sighed
Mrs. Johnson, as if the doctor had made a most unreasonable demand.
"Suppose you come up tomorrow about eleven? That will give you time
for a good walk before lunch."

"I'll soon be making money enough to send for Solomon," Mary Rose told
Mrs. Donovan, her voice trembling with excitement. "There's ten cents
a day from Grandma Johnson and ten cents from Mrs. Bracken for washing
the breakfast dishes and a quarter from Miss Thorley. Why, Aunt Kate,
I never thought there was so much money in the world as what I'm going
to earn by myself!"

Aunt Kate laughed as she hugged her. "There's no one in the house can
be cross to her," she told Uncle Larry proudly.

Promptly at eleven o'clock the next morning Mary Rose was waiting for
Mother Johnson who grumbled and fussed before she could be persuaded to
take the walk the doctor had recommended. But, once outside, the sky
was so blue, the air so pleasant, and Mary Rose so sociable that her
face grew less peevish.

"Where shall we go?" Mary Rose paused at the corner. "You see I'm a
stranger here. In Mifflin I knew the way everywhere. Aunt Kate said
there was a little park over this street. Perhaps it would be pleasant
there?"

Mother Johnson said grumpily that it made little difference to her, all
she wanted was to have her walk over and be home again.

"But you'll feel better after your exercise," promised Mary Rose. "I
should think you'd love to be outdoors. Your home is very pretty, but
it isn't like the outdoors, you know. Did you ever see the sky so
blue? It looks as if it was made out of the very silk that was in Miss
Lucy Miller's bridesmaid's dress. It was the most beautiful dress Miss
Lena Carlson ever made. Miss Lena goes out sewing for a dollar and a
half a day." And she described the wedding at which Miss Lucy Miller
had worn the frock made by the dollar and a half a day seamstress with
an enthusiasm that was undimmed by Mother Johnson's lack of interest.
From the wedding and Miss Lucy it was but a step to other Mifflin
happenings. They found themselves in the park before they knew it.

"It's something like the cemetery in Mifflin," Mary Rose said after she
had looked about. "Of course, there aren't any graves but there is a
monument and seats. Do you want to sit down? Oh, do look, grandma!
Do look," and she pulled the black sleeve beside her.

Since she had co