Wills, "does the mother
need anything else to-day?"
"There was something else," said Dimple, "but I can't think what. Can
you, Florence?"
"There were four things, I know," said Florence. "But I don't remember
the fourth."
"A--apples, B--brooms, C--crackers, D--dust-pans," went on Mrs. Wills,
rapidly, and then paused.
"No; not any of those," said Dimple.
"E--extract," said Mrs. Wills.
"Yes, that's it. You have guessed, Mrs. Wills, vanilla, please."
"E--extract, E--extract," said the old woman, as she hunted in a dark
corner.
"And C--cocoanut cakes. Red or white?" she asked, opening the case.
"White," said Dimple. "But Mrs. Wills----"
"Tut! Tut! Don't you say it; don't you say it, or I'll take back my
eggs," she said, as she handed each of the children a cake.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wills. When I'm grown-up I'll make you a great big cake
and send it to you," said Dimple.
That pleased the old woman mightily, and she nodded good-bye to them,
saying, "Lemons, eggs and extract," over and over to herself.
"What a ridiculous old woman!" said Florence. "Is she crazy?"
"No," said Dimple. "But she is queer. She is good, though, and mamma
always buys everything from her that she can, and she feels so bad if I
don't take the things she offers me that I have to accept them.
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