‘He won’t mind,’ answered Aunt Bee. ‘He may have half of mine.’
The cake was soon gone, every crumb, but it seemed a pity to eat the mice.
‘They are so pretty,’ said Alice.
‘I want to show mine to Mother,’ said Andy.
‘Let us eat the tails and save the mice,’ suggested Sally.
But the tails were so good that the mice soon followed them. And then the party went out to swing until it was time to go home.
It was the end of summer, and the next day both Alice and Andy were going home. It was their last play together.
When Mrs. Thomas called for Andy, Mrs. Burr came from over the way for Alice, and every one said good-bye over and over again.
Alice and Andy were both coming back next summer, but Sally’s face was sober as, standing between Mother and Aunt Bee, she waved good-bye until Andy was round the corner and Alice indoors over the way.
‘They are both coming back next year, Sally,’ said Mother, cheerfully. ‘Remember that.’