d Gwenny. I
haven't had a speck more'n my share. I counted every time, and everybody
had four cookies 'cept Tommy. He had six. And I saved my sandwich out,
and the jell!"

Tears stood in Mary's eyes. "But it isn't polite, Myron, to take
anything away without asking and, anyway, I know mamma and Gwenny will
be satisfied to just hear about our good time, and they wouldn't want
you to do such a thing." She tried to put the cookies back on the table
but Myron clung to them stubbornly.

"No, no!" he said. "They are _my_ things! I went without 'em, and I want
to take them home to mamma and Gwenny. Gwenny never had any cookies
like those. And the jell is so pretty. I put a egg in my pocket too."
Myron's lip trembled, but he did not cry although Tommy giggled openly.

"Of course you shall take them home to your mother! Who is Gwenny--your
dog?" asked Rosanna.

"Gwenny is my _sister_!" said Myron furiously.

Rosanna felt that she always said the wrong thing.

"Oh, excuse me, Myron," she said meekly.

A shade of sorrow passed over Mary's bright little face as she said,
"Gwenny can never go anywhere with us. She is sick, and never goes
anywhere."

"Sick in bed?" questioned Rosanna.

"No, she has a wheel chair, and when her back doesn't hurt too much, she
can be wheeled around the house and sometimes out in the yard. But she
wouldn't want Myron to do anything like this, so rude."

"But Gwenny never _had_ any cookies as good as those, and the jell is so
pretty!" repeated Myron stubbornly.

"I think it is so nice of you, Myron," said Rosanna. "I wish I had known
about Gwenny too so I could have saved her some of my cookies. Let me
help you do them up. You can take them to her just as you meant to, and
I know she will like them because her little brother went without to
save some for her. And some day soon, Myron, we will bring her a whole
picnic for herself, and perhaps she will ask you to help her eat it."

"I'll help her too," said Tommy, puffing up his chest. "I'd just as
soon!"

Minnie, bending over the hamper, whispered to Rosanna, "I'll bet he'll
help her! My, my, how I do want to fix that boy! I wish my third sister
from the oldest, Louisa Cordelia, had him for a while. I reckon one day
with her would make him feel different on a good many subjects. Little
pig!" Minnie's eyes snapped.

Rosanna laughed. "I suppose he doesn't know any better, Minnie."

"Know any better? Well, Miss Rosanna, Myron didn't need an