As Mildred sat at the open window of her dressing-room the next morning, enjoying the beauty of the landscape, the delicious perfume of myriads of dew-laden shrubs and flowers, the gentle summer breeze and the glad songs of the birds, her ear caught the patter of little feet in the corridor without, then a gentle rap upon her door.
She made haste to open it, and a vision of loveliness met her view:—a tiny, fairy form arrayed in spotless white, of some thin, delicate fabric, trimmed with costly lace, and a broad sash of pale blue, with slippers to match; a shining mass of golden brown curls clustering about the sweet face and rippling over the fair neck and shoulders.
The soft brown eyes looked up lovingly into her face, and the rosebud mouth was held up for a kiss.
"Good morning, cousin," said the bird-like voice; "do Elsie 'sturb you coming so soon?"
"No, darling, indeed you don't!" cried Mildred, giving her a rapturous embrace; "I can't see too much of you, dear little pet! Will you come and sit in... #story #kidsstory ✝️❣️🗺️ AcreSoft Story Classic acresoft.com cointr.ee/acresoft