"I was always allowed to have it, but I felt sure that it would taste even nicer if I had more of it at a time, and still finer if I could have a long handled spoon, and eat it right from the jar.
"I used often to think how fine it would be if I, some day, could have the chance to eat it that way, but I never could get even very near the jar.
"One day the opportunity came. My sister and I were in the nursery, and the maid had been down-stairs for a long time.
"The rest of the family were away, and we were to have our tea in the nursery, as usual, only, as we had had to remain at home, we were to have an extra treat.
"Among other good things, we were to have strawberry jam.
"My sister, that is Flossie's mamma, was a little older than I, and she was always trying to give me lessons in good behavior.
"'Now, Harry,' she said, 'while nurse is down-stairs, we might commence to set our table.'
"'There isn't anything here to set it with but the tablecloth and the jam,' I said, 'but you're a girl, so you know how to put the cloth on, and I'll bring the jam.'"
"I guess Uncle Harry was so fond of the jam, that he liked even to carry the jar," said Flossie.
"We wondered why the nurse stayed so long down-stairs," continued Uncle Harry, "and I told my sister that I was tired of waiting for tea, and I said I'd taste of the jam, if only I had a long handled spoon.