“Yes, indeed, and Frederick knows just how to take them out without breaking the candy. He is more careful than I am,” said Rose, who lost no opportunity of praising her little brother and sister, and who never seemed to see any fault in them.
“Molasses taffy is the best,” declared Frederick, “but you can make some sugared raisins, can’t you, Rose?”
“We’ll have to be very careful in putting the candy in the boxes so that it will not melt,” said Rose.
Before it was time to pack the candy Mrs. Freeman came into the kitchen and untied a bundle to show the children what it contained.
“It’s lovely, mother!” exclaimed Rose, lifting up a little fleecy shoulder cape of lavender wool. “Why, it’s the one you knit for yourself!” and she looked at her mother questioningly.
“It seemed all I had that was pretty enough to send Mrs. Pierce,” replied Mrs. Freeman.
“But she lives way off in that lonesome place where she never sees pretty things. She’d be pleased with anything,” said Rose, who almost wished that her mother would keep the pretty shawl.
“That’s why I want to send this to her,” responded Mrs. Freeman. “If she had all sorts of nice things I wouldn’t do it; I’d just send her a cake with my love.”