The Girl Who Owned A BearMamma had gone down-town to shop. She had asked Nora to look
after Jane Gladys, and Nora promised she would. But it was her
afternoon for polishing the silver, so she stayed in the pantry and
left Jane Gladys to amuse herself alone in the big sitting-room
upstairs.
The little girl did not mind being alone, for she was working on
her first piece of embroidery—a sofa pillow for papa's birthday
present. So she crept into the big bay window and curled herself up
on the broad sill while she bent her brown head over her work.
Soon the door opened and closed again, quietly. Jane Gladys
thought it was Nora, so she didn't look up until she had taken a
couple more stitches on a forget-me-not. Then she raised her eyes
and was astonished to find a strange man in th
