It's no use for me to keep 'em, for I shouldn't get a taste; and maybe they'll put her in a good humor with you." "Thank you," she said.

"O Max, I wish you could eat them yourself!" Her eyes were full of tears.
"I'd rather you'd have 'em; you and Gracie," he said cheerfully.
"Good-by." "Good-by," she returned, looking after him as he hurried away, whistling as he went.
"He's whistling to keep his courage up.

O Max! poor Max! I wish I could give that man the worst kind of a flogging!" Lulu sighed to herself, then turned and went into the house.
She heard Mrs.Scrimp's voice in the kitchen scolding Ann for letting the bread burn in the oven.

It was an inauspicious moment to appear before her, but Lulu marched boldly in, holding up her string of fish.
"See, Aunt Beulah! they're just fresh out of the water, and won't they make us a nice dinner ?" "And they're your favorite fish, ma'am, them pretty speckled trout is," put in Ann, glad to make a diversion in her own favor, as well as to help Lulu out of a scrape; "and I'll go right to work to clean 'em and have 'em ready for the frying-pan in less than no time." "Yes, they'll be very nice; and the meat will keep for to-morrow," was the gracious rejoinder.

"You oughtn't to have gone off without leave, Lulu; but I suppose Max couldn't wait." "No, Aunt Beulah, he said he couldn't stay more than a minute.