"There's something else in the basket," said Susy. "Why! it's a cart, and it's horses, and it's barrels! O Robbie! Help me get them out!"
Laughing and pulling, and trembling over, they at last got the cart and horses out of the basket, and a very nice toy it was.
"I suppose it's for Robbie," said Susy.
"Aunt Maria sent it to him," said her mamma. "Don't you remember she promised she would?"
"Oh! she promised me a work-basket!" cried Susy, "let me see, yes! here it is! O mamma! There's a thimble and scissors, and needle! Now I can sew with my own things. Look, Robbie."
But Robbie was too busy. One of his barrels had broken open, and a host of sugar-plums had rolled out all over the floor.
"O Robbie! give me some sugar-plums, will you?" cried Susy.
"It is torn," said Robbie. "Big men don't load up with sugar-pums."
"It isn't corn," said Susy.
"Yes, it is torn. And little dirls don't eat torn."