"Little chickens eat it, at any rate, and I'm a little chicken, and I'm hungry, too," said Susy.
"Well," said Robbie, "if you are a little chiten, I'll feed you," so he scattered the sugar-plums on the floor and Susy ate them as fast as she could.
"Leave him some," said their mamma. "Don't eat them all, Susy."
Susy jumped up and began to take the rest of the things from the basket. There were stockings for papa and an apron for nurse, and for mamma a little roasted chicken, which grandma had been so kind as to have cooked for her.
"I do believe I could eat a piece of that chicken," said she when Susy held it up on its little white dish. "Grandma's things always taste so good."
"Oh! then you'll get well!" cried Susy joyfully.
CHAPTER VIII.
The little chicken, or something, did Susy's mamma so much good, that the next day she was able to sit up an hour; and she felt able to look over her Bible for the verses that she had promised to find for Susy.
Susy enjoyed reading them, very much.