Dorothy's Tour. Raymond Evelyn

I would rather have a real home for all the time,” said practical Jim. “A real home, like Bellevieu.”

      “Dear, dear old Bellevieu, I wouldn’t exchange it either for all of these places,” whispered Dorothy. “And after this trip is over, and I have made a lot of money, we will all go back there again, and I will build that new sun-parlor Aunt Betty has so long wanted.”

      Aunt Betty sighed, for she and she only knew how badly off was the poor old estate. The mortgage that must be paid and the repairs and other things that were needed. She hoped that Dorothy’s trip would be a success, and that she could pay off the mortgage at last.

      Then answering Dorothy, she said, “Dear, dear little girl, you are always trying to think of something pleasant for someone else. Never mind your old Aunt Betty, dear.”

      “But I do,” whispered Dorothy in her ear, “because I love you more than anyone else in the world.”

      “Yes, dear, maybe now you do,” rejoined Aunt Betty, “but some day, some day wait and see.”

      They eagerly looked at the beautiful homes, the large and handsome hotels and most of all the happy throng of people who filled the streets, remarking that they had never before seen quite so many people, each hurrying along apparently to do his or her special duty.