“Mr. Harvey was starting his horses and Father had come inside the gate when Charlie ran around the house.
“‘Give them my egg money, Father!’ he called and ran out of sight again. Then all the rest of us said we would give our egg money, too, and it made a lot—over five dollars.
“‘I’m proud of you,’ Mother said when she had hunted Charlie up and was tying his necktie. ‘I’m proud of every one of my children.’
“We were a little late to meeting, and when we got home Belle had dinner ready—ham meat and cream gravy and mashed potatoes and hot biscuits. Mother brought out a plate of fruit cake that she kept in a big stone jar for special occasions—the longer she kept it the better it got—and a dish of pickled peaches for dessert.”
“Mm! mm! Wish I’d been there,” sighed Bobby.
“And next time,” Grandma went on, “I think—yes, I’m pretty sure—that I’ll tell you how the maple sugar got in the Easter eggs.”
AT A SUGAR CAMP
“Grandma,” said Alice the next evening, “you said you’d tell us how the sugar got in the Easter egg.”