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The pride of Perks.
Itrunsslowlyoutatthepointedend,andyouwritetheletterswithitjustasthoughitwereagreatfatpenfullofpinksugar-ink.
ThebunslookedbeautifulwithA.P.oneveryone,and,whentheywereputinacooloventosetthesugar,thechildrenwentuptothevillagetocollectthehoneyandtheshovelandtheotherpromisedthings.
TheoldladyatthePost-officewasstandingonherdoorstep.Thechildrensaid"Goodmorning,"politely,astheypassed.
"Here,stopabit,"shesaid.
Sotheystopped.
"Thoseroses,"saidshe.
"Didyoulikethem?"saidPhyllis;"theywereasfreshasfresh.Imadetheneedle-book,butitwasBobbie’spresent."Sheskippedjoyouslyasshespoke.
"Here’syourbasket,"saidthePost-officewoman.Shewentinandbroughtoutthebasket.Itwasfulloffat,redgooseberries.
"IdaresayPerks’schildrenwouldlikethem,"saidshe.
"YouAREanolddear,"saidPhyllis,throwingherarmsaroundtheoldlady’sfatwaist."PerksWILLbepleased."
"Hewon’tbehalfsopleasedasIwaswithyourneedle-bookandthetieandtheprettyflowersandall,"saidtheoldlady,pattingPhyllis’sshoulder."You’regoodlittlesouls,thatyouare.Lookhere.I’vegotapramroundthebackinthewood-lodge.ItwasgotformyEmmie’sfirst,thatdidn’tlivebutsixmonths,andsheneverhadbutthatone.I’dlikeMrs.Perkstohaveit.
