John stirred it with a long wooden spoon. He stirred and stirred a long time, and the fire snapped and the sap boiled, and Trudy watched, and by and by it was done!
TRUDY.
Then papa got a pan of snow, and John dropped little bits from the spoon all over the snow.
When it was cool Trudy put in her thumb and finger, and plump! went one of the little brown balls into her mouth. Oh! but it was good. Trudy thought maple candy was ever so much better than the pink and white stuff she bought at the stores.
She ate and ate, till papa said, “No more, dearie.” So she carried the rest of it to little brother.
They rode home on the wood sled, drawn by two big oxen. Trudy said it was just the “beautifulest time” she ever had in her life.
She whispered to papa that she thought God was very good to make so many big trees full of candy just to please little girls and boys.
Mrs. C. M. Livingston.
