"Aren't you going to save one stick for Grace?" asked mama. Popsey's real name was Grace.
"No," said Louie, speaking low. "I don't believe sugar-sticks are good for little girls. 'Sides, I want it myself."
Just as she swallowed the last bit there came a little call from her bedroom: "Mama?"
"Hello!" said Uncle Jack, "Popsey's awake!"
And in a minute, out she came in mama's arms, rosy, and smiling, and dimpled.
Then there was another great rustling in Uncle Jack's pocket, and pretty soon—
"This is for Popsey!" said Uncle Jack.
She took her two sugar-sticks in her dimpled hands and looked at them a second—dear little Popsey!—and then she held out the larger one to Louie.