"Don't run too fast, and get all tired out," said he.
Nancy put on her buff calico, and went to the store. It was an errand to take about an hour. She had been gone about a half-hour when the Indian Princess again came through the bean poles and tomato vines. This time she was all strung about with baskets. She stood at the kitchen door, and parleyed with Mrs. Mann and Flora. When she went away she had a fifty-cent piece in one brown fist, and she was eating a molasses cooky.
Nancy came home with the pink calico, and half a pound of cream of tartar; her mother and Flora were in the sitting-room, and they laughed when she entered.
Nancy looked soberly at them. "Here's the calico, and the cream tartar," said she.
"See what Flora has got for you," said her mother.
Nancy stared around. There on the table stood two sweet-grass baskets exactly alike.
"The Princess came again, and she had another basket. I got it for you," said Flora.
"Thank you," said Nancy, in a sober voice, but the dark depths of the Shaker bonnet seemed fairly illumined with smiles.