"Doughnuts with holes in them and sugar sprinkled over the top, and light as a feather; the kind you used to keep in a yellow bowl with a white stripe around it, on the middle shelf in the Wigwam pantry.

Gee! But they were good! I've never come across any like them since except in my dreams.

And for the second choice--let me see!" He pursed up his lips reflectively.

"I believe I'd like that to be a surprise, so Mistress-Mary-quite-contrary, you may choose that yourself." "All right," she assented.

"But if it is to be a surprise I must have a clear coast till everything is ready." Arrayed in a long apron of Joyce's, Mary stood a moment considering the resources of refrigerator and pantry.