was playing out in the door-yard, with some battered old toys.

So, taking their baskets, Molly and Midge started homeward.

"I thought it would be fun to take things to poor people," said
Marjorie, with an air of disappointment; "but those people are too
aggravating for anything. They just accept what you bring and
hardly thank you for it, and then they seem to want you to go home
as fast as you can."

"That's so," agreed Molly; "but I don't care whether they like it
or not. I think we ought to try to do them good. I don't mean only
to take them things to eat, but try to make them more--more--"

"Respectable," suggested Marjorie. "But I suppose that Ella thinks
she's more respectable than we are this minute."

"I s'pose she does; but we oughtn't to be discouraged by such
things. I think mother'll give me some of my last year's dresses
to give her, and then she won't have to wear that funny-looking
rig she had on."

"She likes that," said Marjorie. "I don't believe she'd wear your
dresses if you took them to her."

By this time the girls had reached the Sherwood house, and Grandma
invited Molly to stay to dinner, which invitation the little girl
gladly accepted.

At the dinner-table they told Grandma the whole story of the