Sally placed the pink baby on the edge of the wash-basin where Uncle Paul would be sure to see him.
‘I think,’ said Sally thoughtfully, ‘that to-morrow he may wash his hands with the baby, but that the baby ought only to smile at him to-night.’
‘I think so, too,’ agreed Aunt Bee. ‘Now suppose we go down on the porch and break the peppermint stick and eat it.’
‘Oh,’ said Sally, ‘wouldn’t that be nice?’
So Sally and Aunt Bee sat down to a little feast which was very refreshing to a person who had spent the morning shopping in town.
‘Isn’t it good candy?’ said Aunt Bee, passing it to Sally again.
‘Yes, it is good,’ answered Sally, carefully choosing a piece not too small. ‘Which one of your presents do you think you like best, Aunt Bee?’
‘All of them,’ said Aunt Bee promptly. ‘I like all three of them best.’
‘I don’t,’ said Sally, ‘I think the peppermint candy is the best present of all.’