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The pride of Perks.
Ransome,withourbestlove,becauseitisherbirthday,’andtheyputthepaperinthebasket,andtheytookittothePost-office,andwentinandputitonthecounterandranawaybeforetheoldwomanatthePost-officehadtimetogetintohershop.
WhentheygothomePeterhadgrownconfidentialoverhelpingMothertogetthebreakfastandhadtoldhertheirplans.
"There’snoharminit,"saidMother,"butitdependsHOWyoudoit.Ionlyhopehewon’tbeoffendedandthinkit’sCHARITY.Poorpeopleareveryproud,youknow."
"Itisn’tbecausehe’spoor,"saidPhyllis;"it’sbecausewe’refondofhim."
"I’llfindsomethingsthatPhyllishasoutgrown,"saidMother,"ifyou’requitesureyoucangivethemtohimwithouthisbeingoffended.Ishouldliketodosomelittlethingforhimbecausehe’sbeensokindtoyou.Ican’tdomuchbecausewe’repoorourselves.Whatareyouwriting,Bobbie?"
"Nothingparticular,"saidBobbie,whohadsuddenlybeguntoscribble."I’msurehe’dlikethethings,Mother."
ThemorningofthefifteenthwasspentveryhappilyingettingthebunsandwatchingMothermakeA.P.onthemwithpinksugar.Youknowhowit’sdone,ofcourse?Youbeatupwhitesofeggsandmixpowderedsugarwiththem,andputinafewdropsofcochineal.Andthenyoumakeaconeofclean,whitepaperwithalittleholeatthepointedend,andputthepinkegg-sugarinatthebigend.
