“‘Some friends of little Susan Peg, that love her,’ said Roswald.
“‘Did you know about it?’
“‘I heard my mother speak about it, Sue.’
“‘Did she do it?’
“‘Not she alone. Mrs. Lucy and some other ladies all had a hand in it.’
“‘O how good they are!—’
“It was long before Sue could get up from the box. Roswald stood, hammer in hand, looking at her and smiling. At last Sue packed the box again.
“‘I don’t deserve it all,’ she said; ‘but then I don’t deserve anything. Now I guess we’ll have some tea.’
“‘I’ll go and carry back this hammer,’ said Roswald, ‘and then I’m ready. I’m very thirsty.’
“‘O dear Roswald!’ said Sue, ‘won’t you just open that barrel of flour first?—it will save going for the hammer again; and mother thinks she wants some pop-robin.’