"And so it ended happily after all!" cried Ivy.
"Yes; and Cousin Clem has them to this day—put away in a cedar box that belonged to her mother!"
Laura smiled rather doubtfully.
"And of course there's a moral, Mother Lee, but this is different!"
Going home, Ivy talked the matter over with her mother.
"I'm inclined to take Mrs. Lee's view. The poem says 'Give to the hungry potatoes,' but I guess it doesn't mean to give potatoes only!" said that lady.
CHAPTER XX
MRS. KUMP'S BIRTHDAY
Mrs. Kump's home, a one-storied frame building, stood on the west bank of a run that trickled down from the hills to the river; a small window faced the main road, while two others with the 'front' door between, opened upon a porch thickly trellised with grape vines; a couple of steps at one end of the porch led to a wooden platform which bridged the stream.