"Right here in this porch. Uncle Steve'll help, I know. And I'm
sure Grandma won't mind our doing that."

When Marjorie laid the plan before Mrs. Sherwood that lady quite
approved of it.

"Now, that's something sensible," she said; "it will be very nice
for you girls to make things, and have a pretty little fair, but
don't go down there again and sweep rooms for those people. I'm
very sorry for poor Mrs. Dunn, but in this neighborhood there are
not many poor people, and as the farmers are all kind-hearted I do
not think she will suffer for lack of food while her injuries keep
her from her work."

"Isn't there any Mr. Dunn?" asked Marjorie.

"No; he died a few months ago. That is why she had to come here
and live in that forlorn little cottage. She hopes to support
herself and her children by going out to work each day, but until
her burns get well of course she can't do that."

"I'm sorry for her," said Marjorie, decidedly, "and I hope we'll
make a lot at our fair to help her along."

When they told Stella about the plan for the fair, she thought it
all great fun. She did not seem to care much about the Dunns or
their needs, and positively refused to visit the little old
cottage, but she was ready to work for the fair with all her
might.