an't have
everybody and anybody?'

"'Ask the gardener,' the little girl replied. 'He knows.'

"'And how does he know?' the mother asked.

"'I saw him talking with her,' the little girl replied.

"So, after a time, the gardener was called, and then it was found that
his wife was the person the little girl had selected to be her nurse.
The father and mother hesitated for some time before they would
consent to send for the woman, but finally she came, and they were so
much struck by her pleasant manners and cheerful disposition that they
were quite willing to employ her.

"For a long time after that the little girl and her nurse were never
separated except when the nurse would go home to see her husband and
her son, who was a handsome boy about fourteen years old. The little
girl used to grieve so when her nurse left her that on one occasion,
when the woman was going home for only an hour or so, she carried the
child with her. There the little girl saw the handsome son of her
nurse, and they were both very much pleased with each other. In the
little time she stayed, the boy showed her a hundred new games, and
told her a great many stories she had never heard before."

"How old was the little girl?" Mr. Thimblefinger inquired.

"Between seven and eight," replied Mrs. Meadows "Just old enough to be
cute. Well, in the little time they were together the boy and girl
grew to be very fond of each other. The boy thought she was the
daintiest and prettiest creature he had ever seen, and the little girl
thought the boy was all that a boy should be.

"Of course, when the little girl went back home again she talked of
nothing else but the boy who had proved to be such a wonderful
playmate. This set the child's mother to thinking, and she made up her
mind that it wouldn't do for these children to see so much of each
other. So she sent for the nurse and told her very kindly that she
didn't think it would be prudent to carry the little girl to her house
any more.

"The nurse agreed with the little girl's mother, but somehow she
didn't relish the idea that her brave and handsome son wasn't good
enough to play with anybody's daughter. She thought the matter over
for several days, and finally decided that it would be better to give
up her place as nurse. She was very fond of the little girl, but she
was still fonder of her boy. So she ceased to be the child's nurse,
and went to her own home.

"The little girl grieved day and n