THE ORANGE GIRL

Evening Post, Volume CXXIV, Issue 57, 4 September 1937, Page 20

THE ORANGE GIRL

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"O, how cold it is," said John to' himself as he trudged on through the snowi "I am sure I shan't find my way home in this fog." "Here!" called a soft, girlish voice. "Could you show me the way to Benton Avenue?" "I'm afraid not. You see, lam lost myself," he called back. "But wait a n\oment. Where are you? Perhaps we could find our way together." After they had walked a short distance they found Benton Avenue. "Thank you ever, so much," said the Orange Girl. "Good-bye," called John. , Next day'the- Orange, Girl felt very sad. Whenjjevenirig-came she had sold only three oranges. Then . .■''.' "A shilling's worth of oranges, please!" called a familiar voice. '■ ! "Yes, sir. Why, John!" she cried, j "Bettyl" he replied. "I did not know you sold oranges; but how would you like to come to ray party tomor-i row?" "Oh, I would love it. But you see, Mother is-a'cripple and Father is ill." "That's all right. < Everything has been arranged," replied John. "I watched where you went yesterday and this morning I asked Mother to send an invitation to you." So the fog brought happiness to the Orange Girl. "NARCISSUS." Brooklyn.