Cousin Kate put her hand under the resolute little chin, and tilted it until she could look into the eyes that dropped under her gaze "You have been crying," she said again, this time in English, "crying because you are homesick.

I wonder if it would not be a good occupation for you to open all the bundles that I got this afternoon.

There is a saucepan in one, and a big spoon in the other, and all sorts of good things in the others, so that we can make some molasses candy here in my room, over the open fire.

While it cooks you can curl up in the big armchair and listen to a fairy tale in the firelight.

Would you like that, little one ?" "Oh, yes!" cried Joyce, ecstatically.