Still it seemed to Dotty, as she saw the rolling of the black eyes, that Phebe was quite discouraged.
"I s'pose she doesn't like candy," thought she; "I heard of a girl once that didn't." Rolling her sad eyes again and again, Phebe went to draw the molasses, and soon had it boiling on the stove.
"There," said Horace, rubbing his hands, "I told Dotty if anybody knew how to make candy 'twas Phebe Dolan.

Give us the nut-cracker, and I'll have the pecans ready in no time." This time Phebe's eyes twinkled.

As soon as the molasses would pour from the spoon in just the right way, with little films like spiders' webs floating from it, then Phebe said it was done, and Horace called Grace and Cassy.

Phebe stirred in some soda with an air of solemnity, then poured half the contents of the kettle into a buttered platter, and the other half into a second platter lined with pecan-meats.

Then she took the whole out of doors to cool.
"I'll tell you what I'm thinking about," said Dotty, as the girl left the room;--"what has she got on her head ?" "Why, hair, to be sure," replied Grace.
"Wool, I should call it," corrected Horace.
"Because I didn't know," faltered Dotty,--"I didn't know but 'twas a wig." "What made you think 'twas a wig, Dotty ?" "O, there was a man wore one in the cars; it looked just like anybody's hair, only he tied it on with a button.