"O," said she, laughing, "I do believe it's Fannie. Come in."
"How you do?" said the little girl, walking up to her and looking very sorry. "How do you do? I have n't seen you since day 'fore yes' d'y to-mor' mornin'."
Then she searched in her pocket a long time, and at last found a red sugar-plum.
She gave it to aunty to cure the headache.
"Don't you think," said she, tucking it into her aunt's hand, "that will make you mos' pretty well, and you can comed down nex' week las' year?"
Aunty said she hoped so, and laid the sugar-plum on the table. But, strange to say, she never saw it again. Perhaps a mouse may have got it. What do you think?