"And C—cocoanut cakes. Red or white?" she asked, opening the case.
"White," said Dimple. "But Mrs. Wills——"
"Tut! Tut! Don't you say it; don't you say it, or I'll take back my eggs," she said, as she handed each of the children a cake.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wills. When I'm grown-up I'll make you a great big cake and send it to you," said Dimple.
That pleased the old woman mightily, and she nodded good-bye to them, saying, "Lemons, eggs and extract," over and over to herself.
"What a ridiculous old woman!" said Florence. "Is she crazy?"
"No," said Dimple. "But she is queer. She is good, though, and mamma always buys everything from her that she can, and she feels so bad if I don't take the things she offers me that I have to accept them."
"What is the matter with her hand?"
"She burned it trying to save her child from burning."
"Did she save it?"