One evening, George happened to think of this corn, which none of them had yet tried; and partly filling one of his pockets from the bag, he slipped quietly into the kitchen, and commenced popping it by Bridget's fire.

There was no person in the kitchen but himself, and putting a handfull of corn in the wire popper, it soon began to snap and jump about, the hard, yellow kernels bursting forth into light and beautiful milk-white balls.

But by-and-bye the savory odor of the corn found its way up stairs, and Ella and Ralph ran down to get their share of the treat.

George had put the corn upon the table to cool, as fast as it was popped; but when he heard footsteps approaching, he scrambled it into his pocket as quick as possible.
"Halloo, popped corn! Give me some, Georgie, won't you ?" said Ralph.
"And me, too," added Ella.
"No I shan't, either," said George; "I popped it for myself." "You're real stingy," replied Ella; "but no matter, Ralph and I will pop some for ourselves.

Where is the bag ?" "You must find it for yourselves--I had to," was George's selfish reply, as he gathered the last of his popped corn into his pocket, badly burning his fingers, in his anxiety lest his brother or sister should get hold of a kernel or two.
Ella and Ralph commenced searching for the bag of corn, but they could not find it.