"'Well, he's got a good share of it, inside and out,' said nurse, grimly.
"'She's got as much as I have,' I said, 'just look at her frock!'
"Of course our clothes were changed, and the jam cleaned from the polished floor, but we had our tea without jam.
"Nurse said we could eat our biscuits with the memory of the jam we had already enjoyed."
"Oh, Uncle Harry," cried Flossie, "I wish, even though you were naughty, she'd let you have more jam. She didn't know how good you'd be when you grew up."
"I still am fond of jam!" he said, and the children laughed to see him pour honey over his berries that already were covered with sugar.
"You like anything that's sweet!" said Dorothy, "whether it's jam, or sugar, or honey,—"
"Or little girls," said Uncle Harry. "You notice, I made this party all little girls, and I'm having a lovely time."
"So are we," laughed Dorothy.
"And he says 'lovely' just as we do," said Nancy, "he does it to make us laugh."