her.

"'Liza, honey," she said, "here's some peppermints for you. They
wasn't enough to give some to all the children, but I want you to
get a bite, anyway."

"Thanky, ma'am, but I don't like the fresh air taste of 'em in my
mouth," answered Eliza. "But can you give me five of 'em? I want one
for Deacon and Mis' Bostick and I want one for Squire Tutt, 'cause
he do love peppermint so. He wouldn't take the medicine Mother
Mayberry fixes for him if she didn't put peppermint in it. He says
so. He's porely and have got his head all tied up in a shawl, 'cause
prayer meeting day Mis' Tutt sings hymns all the time and music
gives him misery in his ears. I want to give her one, too, and I
want one for Cindy."

"I'll save all in the box for you, sweetie," assented Mrs. Pratt
heartily. "Now run along, for you might get left out of that cake
eating."

"No, ma'am, I won't," answered Eliza with confidence; "they won't
begin till I get there. It wouldn't be fair." And she hurried down
the Road to where the group waited impatiently but loyally around
the town pump.

"Ain't they all the Lord's blessings?" asked Mother Mayberry, as she
looked down the Road at the little swarm with tender pride in her
eyes.

"That they are," answered the widow, with an echo of the pride in