" It was not a very easy rule, but Madam Liberality
went by it.
"I don't want anything, thank you," said she; "at least, I mean I have
no money to buy anything with: I was only counting the things I should
like to get if I had."
And then, as the floor of the bazaar would _not_ open and swallow her
up, she ran away, with her red face and her empty pocket, to shelter
herself with Podmore at the mock-jewellery stall, and she did not go
to the bazaar any more.
Once again disappointment was in store for Madam Liberality. The end
of her visit came, and her godmother's promise seemed to be forgotten.
But the-night before her departure, the old lady came into her room
and said,
"I couldn't take you with me to-day, child, but I didn't forget my
promise. Podmore says you've been very good, and so I've brought you a
present. A very _useful_ one, I hope," added the old lady, in a tone
as if she were congratulating herself upon her good sense. "And tell
Catherine--that's your mother, child--with my love, always to have you
dressed for the evening. I like to see children come in to dessert,
when they have good manners--which I must say you have; besides, it
keeps the nurses up to their work.
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