“If I were you, I suppose I would do just as you will,” replied Emma’s mother, smiling.

“But, mother, don’t you think that would be a nice way to do?  I get a good many pennies and sixpences, you know, and could soon save enough to buy me a beautiful wax doll.”

“I think it would be better,” said Mrs Lee, “for you to save up your money and buy something worth having.”

“Isn’t a large wax doll worth having?”

“Oh, yes! for a little girl like you.”

“Then I’ll save up my money, until I get enough to buy me a doll as big as Sarah Johnson’s.”

In about an hour afterward, Emma came to her mother, and said—­

“I’ve just thought what I will do with my sixpence.  I saw such a beautiful book at a store, yesterday!  It was full of pictures, and the price was just sixpence.  I’ll buy that book.”

“But didn’t you say, a little while ago, that you were going to save your money until you had enough to buy a doll?”

“I know I did, mother; but I didn’t think about the book then.  And it will take so long before I can save up money enough to get a new doll.  I think I will buy the book.”

“Very well, dear,” replied Mrs Lee.

Not long after, Emma changed her mind again.

On the next day, her mother said to her—­

“Your Aunt Mary is quite sick, and I am going to see her.  Do you wish to go with me?”

“Yes, mother, I should like to go.  I am so sorry that Aunt Mary is sick.  What ails her?”

“She is never very well, and the least cold makes her sick.  The last time she was here she took cold.”

As they were about leaving the house, Emma said—­

“I’ll take my sixpence along, and spend it, mother.”

“What are you going to buy?” asked Mrs Lee.

“I don’t know,” replied Emma.  “Sometimes I think I will buy some cakes; and then I think I will get a whole sixpence worth of cream candy, I like it so.”

“Have you forgotten the book?”

“Oh, no!  Sometimes I think I will buy the book.  Indeed, I don’t know what to buy.”

In this undecided state of mind, Emma started with her mother to see her aunt.  They had not gone far before they met a poor woman, with some very pretty bunches of flowers for sale.  She carried them on a tray.  She stopped before Mrs Lee and her little girl, and asked if they would not buy some flowers.

“How much are they a bunch?” asked Emma.

“Sixpence,” replied the woman.

“Mother!  I’ll tell you what I will do with my sixpence,” said Emma, her face brightening with the thought that came into her mind.  “I will buy a bunch of flowers for Aunt Mary.  You know how she loves flowers.  Can’t I do it, mother?”

“Oh, yes, dear!  Do it, by all means, if you think you can give up the nice cream candy, or the picture book, for the sake of gratifying your aunt.”

Emma did not hesitate a moment, but selected a very handsome bunch of flowers, and paid her sixpence to the woman with a feeling of real pleasure.