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Rh Moti was herself again in a day,—sooner even than her aunt had expected; and Bobby was duly reconciled to her, after a humble apology. The whole matter passed from the minds of the family in a week, and, as Moti's birthday fell about this time, it was resolved to give a children's garden-party in her honor. She had the choice of what she liked to order to eat, and promptly decided on strawberry ice-cream, chocolate, macaroons, and frosted pound-cake,—a selection which made the mothers look serious.

"You must n't eat all of those, darling," said her mamma, putting an arm around her waist.

"Not all at once!" Moti agreed; "just a bit of each at a time."

"But, my precious, you would have indigestion that way, even!"

Moti's lip trembled.

"You said I could have exactly what I liked!"