Here, take it." "Thank you," said Lucina, and took it, and fumbled nervously after her little pocket.
"Why don't you eat it ?" asked Jerome, and Lucina took an obedient little nibble.
"Ain't that good and strong ?" "It's real good," replied Lucina, smiling gratefully.
"Mebbe I'll dig you some more some time," said Jerome, as if the cedar swamp were a treasure-chest.
"Thank you," said the little girl.

Then she timidly extended the gingerbread again.

"I only took three little bites, an' it's real nice, honest," said she, appealingly.
But she jumped again at the flash in Jerome's black eyes.
"Don't want your old gingerbread!" he cried.

"Ain't hungry; have more'n I want to eat to home.

Guess my folks have gingerbread.