I should like to do some little thing for him because he's been so kind to you.

I can't do much because we're poor ourselves.

What are you writing, Bobbie ?" "Nothing particular," said Bobbie, who had suddenly begun to scribble.
"I'm sure he'd like the things, Mother." The morning of the fifteenth was spent very happily in getting the buns and watching Mother make A.P.on them with pink sugar.

You know how it's done, of course?
You beat up whites of eggs and mix powdered sugar with them, and put in a few drops of cochineal.

And then you make a cone of clean, white paper with a little hole at the pointed end, and put the pink egg-sugar in at the big end.