Part 22 (1/2)

”Oh, papa,” exclaimed Ella, ”I don't need to think a bit! I know what I want! I do so want to have a 'Mirror!'”

”A _what_?” said Mr. Lee, suddenly putting Ella down on the floor.

”A 'Mirror,' papa. When will you get it for me? Oh! I am so glad!” And she clapped her little hands softly together.

”You are a very little girl to be so vain,” said Mr. Lee gravely, ”but as I said you should have what you wanted, I will keep my promise. Go and dress yourself, and we will get it this very afternoon.”

Ella was so full of her own happy thoughts that she did not notice what he said about her being vain, or that he looked displeased, and she skipped merrily away to be dressed. In a short time she had hold of her father's hand, and was walking down Broadway, looking in at the shop windows, and talking as fast as her little tongue could go.

Mr. Lee, who knew nothing about the book with such a queer t.i.tle, and supposed his daughter wanted a mirror in which to look at herself, began to hope that, as Ella stopped so often to admire the pretty things in the windows, she would see something she would prefer for a present. For, though it is a very proper thing to look in the gla.s.s to see that one's face is clean, and hair smooth, he did not like it that his daughter should want a looking-gla.s.s above everything in the world.

”O, papa, isn't that a lovely baby?” And Ella paused in admiration before a wax doll.

”Yes,” said Mr. Lee, eagerly. ”Would not you rather have that pretty baby than a mirror?”

Ella considered for a moment. She had a dolly she loved, though she was not as pretty as this one.

”No, papa, I'd rather have a 'Mirror.' It will be so nice to have one of my own. I hope you know where to go to get it?” she added anxiously.

”Certainly,” said Mr. Lee, rather sharply, ”I know just where to go.”

And so they went on by windows filled with floating ribbons, and s.h.i.+ning silks; and others where there were glittering jewels, and some of the rings small enough for Ella's fingers; and others where there were white fur capes spread out, with m.u.f.fs that had such gay linings, and ta.s.sels; and windows hung to the very top with toys, and some of them such cunning ones--mice that could be made to run and squeak, and jumping frogs--but none of these things would Ella have. At last they came to one all filled with flowers, and with this Ella was in raptures.

”What a very good man must live here,” she said, ”to put all these things out for us to see! I can smell them through the gla.s.s!”

”They are put here to sell,” said Mr. Lee, ”and I know you will like that beautiful pink rose-bush a great deal better than a mirror--or that great white lily.”

”No, no, papa,” said Ella, moving impatiently away. ”When will we come to the place?”

”Here it is,” said Mr. Lee, as they stopped at a store where then were two huge windows filled with mirrors of all sizes. ”Now which one will you have? Not a very large one for such a very little lady. But there is a nice little one that will just suit you, and it has a very pretty frame.”

”Where? where, papa? I don't see it!” And Ella looked about the window in a very bewildered manner.

”There. In that corner, leaning against the window-frame.”

”Why, papa, that's a looking-gla.s.s!”

”And is not that what you want?”

”No, sir; I want a '_Mirror_'--a book.”

”Oh! that's it!” said Mr. Lee, with a brighter face. ”I expect you want a book called 'The Mirror.'”

”Yes, sir,” said Ella, laughing, as they walked on. ”How funny that you should think I wanted a looking-gla.s.s! There it is now!” she cried excitedly, pointing into the window of a book-store.

It was a large sheet of paper Ella saw, called a Poster, but it had ”The Mirror” on it in very big letters. So Mr. Lee and Ella went in, and the shopman brought her the book, but it was red, and she did not want it, and then he took down a green one, and then a brown, but Ella would only have a blue one. After some trouble a blue one was found, and Ella walked off hugging it close up to her. The book Miss Harper read had a blue cover, and I believe that Ella was afraid that any other color would not contain the same stories.

BIG GAME.

When a man or a boy goes hunting--in a book--he might just as well go after good big game as after these little things that you see about home. So let us leave chipmunks, rabbits, and t.i.t-birds to those poor fellows who have to shoot with real guns, and are obliged to be home in time for supper, and let us go out into the wide world, to hunt the very largest and most savage beasts we can find. It is perfectly safe,--in a book.