time to send Aunt Anne Rose any remembrance."

The children all declared that it was not too warm for candy-making, and
as soon as Caroline, a young woman who helped Mrs. Freeman and Rose with
the household work, gave them permission Rose, Anne, Millicent and
Frederick went into the kitchen. Rose opened a deep drawer in a chest
which stood in one corner of the room.

"Look, Anne," she said, and Anne peered in, exclaiming:

"Why, it's filled with little boxes!"

"Yes," said Rose, picking up one shaped like a heart; "stormy days,
and sometimes in winter evenings, when I do not feel like knitting or
sewing, I make boxes out of heavy paper or cardboard, and cover them
with any bits of pretty paper or cloth that I can get. Frederick helps
me. He can make even better ones than I can, and Millicent helps too,"
and she smiled down at the little sister who stood close beside Anne.

"Let's send Aunt Anne Rose the heart-shaped box," said Anne.

"And fill it with heart-shaped taffy," added Frederick, running toward a
shelf filled with pans and kettles of various shapes and sizes, and
taking down a box. "See, we have little shapes for candy," and he opened
the box and took out some tiny heart-shaped pans, and dishes shaped in
rounds and stars and crescents.

"My!" exclaimed Anne, "and can you make the candies in these?"

"No!" and Frederick's voice was a little scornful. "We have to boil it
in a kettle, of course; then we grease the inside of these little pans
with butter and turn the candy into them, and when it cools we tip them
out, and there they are. Fine as any you can buy, aren't they, Rose?"

"Yes, indeed, and Frederick knows just how to take them out without
breaking the candy. He is more careful than I am," said Rose, who lost
no opportunity of praising her little brother and sister, and who never
seemed to see any fault in them.

"Molasses taffy is the best," declared Frederick, "but you can make some
sugared raisins, can't you, Rose?"

"We'll have to be very careful in putting the candy in the boxes so that
it will not melt," said Rose.

Before it was time to pack the candy Mrs. Freeman came into the kitchen
and untied a bundle to show the children what it contained.

"It's lovely, mother!" exclaimed Rose, lifting up a little fleecy
shoulder cape of lavender wool. "Why, it's the one you knit for
yourself!" and she looked at her mother questioningly.

"It seemed all I had that was pretty enough to send Mrs