his thoughts to
himself, why he had such a dislike to any one knowing what was in his
mind, I cannot exactly tell; but so it was, and so it often is with very
little children, even though quite frank and open by nature. Baby had, I
think, a fear that mother might not like him to spend all his pennies on
the shiny jugs, perhaps she might say she would pay them herself, and
that would not have pleased him at all. Deep down in his honest little
heart was the feeling that _he_ had broken the glasses and _he_ should
pay for the new ones. But he said nothing to Lisa--he had never spoken
of the jugs to her--mother had been "so kind," never to tell any one
about what a silly little boy he had been, for mother knew that he
didn't like being laughed at. _Perhaps_ "they" would laugh at him now if
he told about wanting to buy the shiny jugs--he wouldn't mind so much if
he _had_ bought them, but "'appose they wouldn't let him go to the shop
to get them?" Poor little mother! She wouldn't have her pitty glasses
then for the party--no, it was much best to settle it all his own self.
Whom he meant by "they" I don't think Baby quite knew, he had a sort of
picture in his mind of grandfather and auntie and mother all talking
together, and Celia and Fritz and Denny all joining in, and saying that
"Baby was far too little to go to shops to buy things." And by the time
he had thought this all over, Herr Baby glancing up--for till now he had
been walking along with Lisa's hand, seeing and noticing nothing--found
that they were already in the street of the town where the biggest shops
were, and that Lisa was looking about to find the shop where she was to
give the orders for his mother.

It was a very pretty shop indeed--Baby had never seen such a pretty
shop. The cakes and bon-bons were laid out so nicely on the tables round
the wall, and they were all of such pretty colours. Baby walked round
and round admiring, and, I think, considering he was such a very little
boy, that it was very good of him not to think of touching any of the
tempting dainties. In a few minutes Lisa had ordered all she
wanted--then she chose some nice biscuits and a very few little
chocolate bon-bons, which she had put up in two paper parcels, and when
they came out of the shop she told Herr Baby that they were for him, his
mother had told her to get him something nice. Baby looked pleased, but
still he seemed very grave, and Lisa began wondering what he was
thinking o