Dell was to have her picture taken, to be given to Grandpa for His birthday. There was a great time about it; she and her mother didn't agree. Dell wanted to hold the great yellow cat in her arms and have her picture taken too. "Before I would hold that old yellow tabby in my lap!" Her brother Willie said. I would hold him a great deal quicker then I would your dirty brown dog," said Dell curling her lips. ''Grandpa doesn't like cats,'' ventured her mother. ''He will like my cat,'' Dell said, and two wrinkles came out on her forehead. "You will get cat hairs all over your new blue dress,'' said Auntie Kate. ''If my dress is to good for Mink to sit on, I don't want to wear it,''said Dell, and she pouted out her lips.
The end of it was she had her own way, and here she is at the artist rooms, waiting for her picture to be taken. Her hair is waved beautifully, her ruffle is of fine lace, her blue dress has shirred trimming on, and is fixed so almost every shir will show. Her cat's tail curls just right. But oh dear me! the wrinkles stayed in her forehead, and the curl stayed in her nose, and the pout stayed on her lips! How could they help it? for while she was waiting, this is what she thought: ''The idea of Willie calling Mink an old yellow thing! And just as if she would hurt my blue dress! I'm not afraid of a few of her hairs. It is real mean in them all not to like Mink; I don't care, I've got her and if grandpa doesn't like my picture, he needn't have it."
The sour looks couldn't get away, you see, because the sour heart was still there. When the picture came home and was shown to grandpa, he put on his glasses and looked at it a long time without speaking a word. At last he said :
"I am glad you took the cat with you!"
Dell looked as glad as possible, and nodded her head in triumph ather Mother, but something in grandpa's voice made her mother ask :
"Why are you?"
"Because," said grandpa, "Dell looks so sober and wrinkled; if the cat wasn't there, I am afraid people would think she was an old lady. The cat is good-natured, I see
The end of it was she had her own way, and here she is at the artist rooms, waiting for her picture to be taken. Her hair is waved beautifully, her ruffle is of fine lace, her blue dress has shirred trimming on, and is fixed so almost every shir will show. Her cat's tail curls just right. But oh dear me! the wrinkles stayed in her forehead, and the curl stayed in her nose, and the pout stayed on her lips! How could they help it? for while she was waiting, this is what she thought: ''The idea of Willie calling Mink an old yellow thing! And just as if she would hurt my blue dress! I'm not afraid of a few of her hairs. It is real mean in them all not to like Mink; I don't care, I've got her and if grandpa doesn't like my picture, he needn't have it."
The sour looks couldn't get away, you see, because the sour heart was still there. When the picture came home and was shown to grandpa, he put on his glasses and looked at it a long time without speaking a word. At last he said :
"I am glad you took the cat with you!"
Dell looked as glad as possible, and nodded her head in triumph ather Mother, but something in grandpa's voice made her mother ask :
"Why are you?"
"Because," said grandpa, "Dell looks so sober and wrinkled; if the cat wasn't there, I am afraid people would think she was an old lady. The cat is good-natured, I see
