morning and I have just heard that she is quite ill."

"They're awfully poor people, aren't they? Are you sending them
something nice?"

"Yes; some food. Mrs. Dunn scalded her hands severely last night,
and I fear she will not be able to work for several days. So if
you will carry them these things for their dinner, I will try to
get down there myself this afternoon."

"Of course I will, Grandma; I'm glad to help the poor people. May
I ask Molly to go with me?"

"Why, yes; I don't care. If there are two of you, you can carry
more things. Run over after her, and I'll have the baskets ready
by the time you get back."

With a hop and a skip, Marjorie took the shortcut across the
fields to Molly's house. It was a beautiful summer morning, and
Marjorie didn't stop more than half a dozen times, to watch the
crows or the bees or the clouds or a hop-toad.

She captured Molly, and after waiting for that dishevelled young
person to scramble into a clean frock, the two girls hopped and
skipped back again.

Marjorie was somewhat inexperienced in the practical matters of
charity, and looked with surprise at the large quantity of
substantial viands.