Why, what is this! My little girl crying ?" The tears were streaming down Anne's cheeks.
"You mustn't cry, my own child," sobbed Mrs.Gray.

"For I always cry when I see other people doing it, and it's very bad for my old eyes, you know." "You are so good to me!" said Anne.

"It makes me cry because I'm so happy." "Well, well!" exclaimed Mrs.Gray, drying her eyes and beginning to laugh.

"What a couple of sillies we are, to be sure.

Now go, Anne, to my dressmaker, Mrs.Harvey, who has orders to make you four dresses, two for evening and two for afternoon.