Europena made mud-pies. Peace and harmony reigned in this shabby
Garden of Eden until temptation entered, and the weakest fell.

"'T ain't no fun jes' keepin' on makin' mud-pies," announced
Australia, after enough pastry had been manufactured to start a
miniature bakery.

"Wish we could make some white cakes, like they have at Mr.
Bagby's," said Europena.

"Could if we had some whitewash. I'll tell you what's let do! Let
's take some of Asia's paint she's goin' to paint the fence with,
an' make 'em green on top."

"Ma wouldn't like it," protested Europena; "besides, I don't want
my little pies green."

"I'm goin' to," said Australia, beginning her search for the
paint-can. "It won't take but a little teeny bit; they'll never
miss it."

After some time the desired object was discovered on a shelf in the
shed. Its high position enhanced its value, giving it the cruel
fascination of the unattainable.

"Could you stand up on my soldiers, like the man at the show?"
demanded Australia.

"I'd fall off," said Europena.