"Of course we'll give it to the Dunns," declared Marjorie, "that
is, if we take it, but I'm not sure that we ought to take it."

"Go 'long," cried the old man; "take it? Of course you'll take it!
and give those children a feast or something. I know you, little
Miss Curly Head, you're Steve Sherwood's niece, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Marjorie; "do you know Uncle Steve?"

"Know him? I should say I did! You just tell your Uncle Steve that
old Bill Wallingford wanted to make a contribution to charity and
he took this way! Now, little ladies, if you think you've enough
for one day, nothing will give me greater pleasure than to hitch
up and take you home."

The girls were glad to accept this invitation, for they had walked
nearly three miles in all, with their heavy baskets; and much of
the time with heavy hearts, which are a great hindrance to
pedestrians.

So old Uncle Bill, as he instructed the children to call him,
harnessed a pair of horses and drove the three young business
women back to their respective homes.

"Well, Marjorie Maynard, where HAVE you been?" exclaimed Grandma,
as Midge made her appearance.

And, then, without further delay, Marjorie told the whole story.

Uncle Steve lay back in his chair and roared with laughter, but