own to give it to, thought this
would be a nice way to dispose of it. The friends of some little girls
will vote for them, and the one who has the greatest number of votes
will get the doll. Now, I suspect you wish very much that you could be
the fortunate little girl."

"Yes, I do," replied Edna, candidly; "only I haven't very many
friends, 'cause I don't live here. I am spending the winter with Uncle
and Aunt Horner."

"O, yes, you are Professor Horner's little niece; now, let me see,
perhaps you have more friends here than you imagine. Suppose I were to
try to get some votes for you; shall I?"

Edna was about to speak, when a sudden thought came into her mind. For
a moment a hard struggle went on. She did love dolls, but she had
several, and she stood looking soberly at the one before her while the
minister watched her.

"What is it, little one?" he asked, gently. Edna looked up wistfully,
the color coming and going in her face.

"I was thinking"--she said, "O! won't you please get the votes for
Maggie Horn instead of me? I don't believe Maggie ever had a doll in
her life, and I have so many."

"And don't you want this one?"

Edna was silent, but her candor always prevailed. "O yes, but Maggie
would be so perfectly wild over it, and you see she's one of the
little Friendlesses, and this is her fair, so she ought to have it,"
she said in a moment.

"Then," returned the minister, "I will try to get a great many votes
for her. And your name is--"

"Edna Conway. I must go back to Uncle Justus now."

The minister took her by the hand and piloted her through the crowd.
"Can you spare me your little girl a while longer, Professor?" he
asked.

Uncle Justus gave a willing consent, and when Edna had eaten a plate
of ice cream, had heard the music, had seen the lemonade well, lighted
up with electric lights, and had looked at pretty things till she was
tired, her friend took her back to Uncle Justus.

But that gentleman sent her to pick out a cornucopia from Aunt
Elizabeth's table, and she was made happy by the possession of the one
which she had always especially admired; it was shiny white with
little bunches of flowers over it, and the picture of a dear little
girl on it.

Her uncle and the minister were in earnest conversation when she
returned to them, and the minister's parting words were:

"Good-night, my child; we must have you here to-morrow evening to hear
who gets the doll."

Edna was so tired t