The stray passers-by smiled with friendly interest at the odd trio seated there so cozily on the park bench: cheery little Tilda from the tenement in her faded blue gingham, punctuating the conversation with intermittent bobbings of her funny, homemade Dutch cut; the beautiful young woman known to society as a wealthy banker's wife--Tilda immediately had dubbed her "Fairy Godmother"--in an immaculate white costume; and wee, rosy Maggie in a pink dotted calico cuddled between them.
