“The maple sugar? Oh, yes, but would it be nice to have just little chunks of maple sugar?”
“No, but don’t you know what delicious creamy candies we made by boiling and stirring it? Why not do some of it that way? It would be a little out of the usual run, and quite unlike what is bought at the shops.”
“What do you think, Edna?” Nettie again appealed to her friend.
“I think it would be fine. Oh, Nettie you will have things that aren’t a bit like anyone else has had and they will all be so good. I am sure the girls will say so.”
Nettie beamed. This was such a pleasant thing to hear. “But I haven’t spent but twenty-five cents of my prize money,” she said.
“Are you so very sorry for that?” her mother asked.
“No, but—Is it all mine, mother, to do what I choose with, even if I don’t spend it for the club?”
“Why, of course, my dear. You earned it, and if I am able to help you out a little that should make no difference.”
“Then I think I know what I should like to do with it. I shall make two secrets of it and one I shall tell you, mother, and the other I can tell Edna.”
“Tell me mine now,” said Edna getting down from the chair.