Suppose when he comes you ask him for to-morrow, Alice.

Everything'll be very nice, I'm sure.

Don't worry about it." "Well--but----" Alice was uncertain.
"But don't you see, it looks so queer, not to do SOMETHING ?" her mother urged.

"It looks so kind of poverty-stricken.

We really oughtn't to wait any longer." Alice assented, though not with a good heart.