CHAPTER XVIII

WELCOME GIFTS


"It's all wrong!" declared Marjorie. "I didn't see it before, but
I do now. That lady was right, and we oughtn't to try to sell
anything that's worth less than a cent for fifty cents, or twenty-
five either."

"Shall we go home?" asked Molly, who always submitted to
Marjorie's decisions.

"_I_ don't think it's wrong," began Stella. "Of course the
pennyroyal isn't worth much, but we worked to get it, and to make
it, and to fix it up and all; and, besides, people always pay more
than things are worth when they're for charity."

Marjorie's opinion veered around again. The three were sitting on
a large stepping-stone under some shady trees, and Marjorie was
thinking out the matter to her own satisfaction before they should
proceed.

"Stella, I believe you're right, after all," she said. "Now I'll
tell you what we'll do: we'll go to one more place, and if it's a
nice lady, we'll ask her what she thinks about it, for I'd like