"There is a large family of the Dunns," observed Grandma, "and
they're all blessed with healthy appetites. These things won't go
to waste."

"Are there children?" asked Marjorie.

"Yes, indeed, four of them. You must see how Mrs. Dunn is and find
out if she's badly hurt. Ask her what she wants especially, and
tell her I am coming this afternoon, and I'll carry it to her."

The girls trotted away with the well-filled baskets, and Grandma
Sherwood looked after them a little uncertainly, as she saw how
preoccupied they were in their own conversation, and remembered
how careless Marjorie was, and how prone to mischief.

"Thim scalawags'll be afther havin' a picnic wid thim baskets,"
prophesied Eliza, as she too watched the children's departure.

Grandma Sherwood laughed. "I hardly think they'll do that," she
said; "but they're liable to set down the baskets, and go hunting
for wild flowers or something, and never think of their errand
again."

But, on the contrary, the children were quite interested in their
mission.

"Your grandma is an awful good woman," observed Molly.

"Yes, she is," agreed Marjorie; "it's lovely of her to send all
these good things to poor people. It must be awful to be so poor