bottles, you know. You just take the wrists of old kid gloves and
tie them on with a little ribbon, and then snip the edges all
around like they snip the edges of a pie."

"Lovely!" cried Midget, "and now I'll tell you what: let's all go
home and get a lot of bottles and corks and old kid gloves and
ribbons and everything, and then come back here and fix the
bottles up right now."

"You two go," said Stella, who was already absorbed in the work of
making labels; "that will give me time to do these things. They're
going to be awfully pretty."

So Midge and Molly scampered off to their homes, and rummaged
about for the materials they wanted.

They had no trouble in finding them, for the elder people in both
houses were accustomed to odd demands from the children, and in
less than half an hour the girls were back again, each with a
basket full of bottles, old gloves, and bits of ribbon.

"Did your mother ask you what you wanted them for?" said Mops to
Molly.

"No; she just told me where they were, in a cupboard in the attic;
and told me to get what I wanted and not bother her, because she
was making jelly."

"I got mine from Eliza, so Grandma doesn't know anything about it;
and now we can keep it secret, and have a lovely surprise."