ot all about
being homesick and maybe going to cry, and began wondering what she
could do for her grandmother!

"What are we going to do to-day, Grandmother?" she asked as they went
down the stairs together.

"Let me see," said Grandmother thoughtfully, looking at the little
girl. "First, of course, we'll get breakfast--wouldn't you like fresh
corn bread and maple syrup?" Mary Jane nodded happily, for she liked
Grandmother's corn bread. "Then we'll do the dishes and make the
beds--but that won't take long with you helping me. Then we'll peel
the potatoes and start the meat cooking for dinner. Then we'll--by the
way, Mary Jane," she asked suddenly, "what have you in those two
packages in your trunk?"

Mary Jane stared at her grandmother a minute and tried to think
whatever she might mean. Then she remembered. "Those two bundles
wrapped up in brown paper and tied and everything?"

"Those are the ones," nodded Grandmother. "I saw them the other
morning when I unpacked your trunk but we were in a hurry to get-out
doors then so I didn't ask about them. What are they?"

"I don't know," said Mary Jane. "Mother put them in and she said you'd
understand. She said just let you see and you'd know what she meant."

"Then I guess I know," said Grandmother, laughing. "We have to look at
them!"

"Let's go now," said Mary Jane.

"Oh, my no," replied Grandmother, "before breakfast? I should say not!
We'll do all the things we planned to do, right straight through the
plan. Then we'll get those bundles and see if I can guess what your
mother meant."

Mary Jane liked the good breakfast Grandmother prepared and she loved
helping set the table and clear it off and help with the work like a
grown-up person, but she was glad when at last everything was done and
she and Grandmother went up the stairs to look at those mysterious
bundles.

"You get the bundles out of your trunk, Mary Jane," said Grandmother,
"and I'll get my glasses."

"Then shall we go down' to the sitting-room?" asked Mary Jane.

"No, we'll stay right up here," said Grandmother, smiling, "because
unless I miss my guess, we'll want to be up here before we're through
anyway."

That puzzled Mary Jane more than ever because, in all the three days
she had been there. Grandmother had never sat upstairs, but always in
her big rocker at the bay window in the room they called the
sitting-room. She hurried to her room, raised the cover of her little
tr