that you don't have enough to eat!"

"Yes, but it must be lovely when the baskets come in."

"But they don't always come in," said Marjorie.

"They must," declared Molly, with an air of conviction; "if they
didn't, the poor people would have nothing to eat, and then they
would die; and you know yourself, we never hear of anybody dying
of starvation around here."

"No; not around here, maybe. But in China they drop off by
millions, just from starvation."

"Well, they wouldn't if your grandmother was there. She'd send
baskets to every one of them."

"I believe she would," said Marjorie, laughing; "she'd manage it
somehow."

By this time they had reached the Dunns' domain. At least they had
come to a broken-down gate in a tumble-down fence, which Marjorie
knew was the portal of their destination. In their endeavors to
open the rickety gate the girls pushed it over, and nearly fell
over, themselves.

But carefully holding their baskets they climbed over the pile of
fallen pickets and followed the grass-grown path to the house.

And a forlorn enough house it was. Everything about it betokened