As Dimple had been there before, she knew where to look, and they soon made up the dozen.
The old duck followed them into the house, and was waddling after them into the shop, when Mrs. Wills with a "Shoo! Shoo!" drove her out.
"Now, Dallas girl, and Graham girl," said Mrs. Wills, "does the mother need anything else to-day?"
"There was something else," said Dimple, "but I can't think what. Can you, Florence?"
"There were four things, I know," said Florence. "But I don't remember the fourth."
"A—apples, B—brooms, C—crackers, D—dust-pans," went on Mrs. Wills, rapidly, and then paused.
"No; not any of those," said Dimple.
"E—extract," said Mrs. Wills.
"Yes, that's it. You have guessed, Mrs. Wills, vanilla, please."
"E—extract, E—extract," said the old woman, as she hunted in a dark corner.