It runs slowly out at the pointed end, and you write the letters with it just as though it were a great fat pen full of pink sugar-ink.
The buns looked beautiful with A.P.on every one, and, when they were put in a cool oven to set the sugar, the children went up to the village to collect the honey and the shovel and the other promised things.
The old lady at the Post-office was standing on her doorstep.

The children said "Good morning," politely, as they passed.
"Here, stop a bit," she said.
So they stopped.
"Those roses," said she.
"Did you like them ?" said Phyllis; "they were as fresh as fresh.

_I_ made the needle-book, but it was Bobbie's present." She skipped joyously as she spoke.
"Here's your basket," said the Post-office woman.

She went in and brought out the basket.

It was full of fat, red gooseberries.
"I dare say Perks's children would like them," said she.
"You ARE an old dear," said Phyllis, throwing her arms around the old lady's fat waist.