"Good-night, dear little sunshine-maker;" said Uncle Jack.
And she dreamed that night that Uncle Jack had built a great house, and put a sign over the door, which read:
Sunshine Factory,
Uncle Jack and little Jennie:
MOLLIE'S THANKSGIVING.
She was on the way to the grocery. She had a broken-nosed pitcher, and was going for two cents' worth of molasses. Her face was bright, but it grew sober as she passed grandfather. His white head was bowed over his hand, and the blue old eyes were dim with tears. Mollie stopped and laid a little hand lovingly on his white head.
"It will be a nice dinner, grandpa;" she said, and her voice was sweet and loving.