“‘Certainly not,’ says the Missus, with her head up like this and her mouth turned down like this. ‘They cost too much. We’ll have to have something else.’
“Then at dinner the Mister cries, ‘Why didn’t we have pudding to-day; we always have it on Tuesday!’
“‘Cause no pudding raisins in the house,’ cry the children, sniffing again.
“Behold, the Story Sprite!”
“‘Send for a barrel of them,’ orders the Mister. ‘When that gives out, get another at once. When I have my mouth made up for pudding on Tuesdays I don’t want to be disappointed.’
“Wouldn’t that make a cute little pudding raisin hug herself?
“Another kind of raisin grows here in Smyrna; they are the small seedless kind.”
“The Corinthian raisin currant—”