am glad you did her a favor. I have heard, before, about her china, and
knew she had some other rare and old-fashioned things in her house. I
have been there once or twice. Now I want you to go to the store for me.
Sam is away and Dinah needs some things for supper."

"I want to go to the store, too!" exclaimed Freddie, who came around the
corner of the house just then, with his face and hands covered with mud.

"Oh, my dear child! what have you been doing?" cried his mother.

"Oh, just makin' pies," answered Freddie, rubbing one cheek with a grimy
hand. "I made the pies and Flossie put 'em in the oven to bake. We made
an oven out of some bricks. But we didn't really eat the pies," he
added, "'cause they were only mud."

"You look as though you had tried to eat them," laughed Nan. "Come,
Freddie, I'll wash you clean."

"No, I want to go to the store!" he cried.

"So do I!" chimed in the voice of Flossie, as she, too, marched around
the corner of the house, dirtier, if possible, than her little twin
brother. "If Freddie goes to the store, I want to go with him!" Flossie
cried.

"All right," answered Bert. "You go and wash Flossie and Freddie, Nan,
and I'll get the express wagon and we'll pull them to the store with us.
Then we can put the groceries in the wagon and bring them back that
way."