to cook a
dinner at home, don't you think? Suppose you and Mary run over to Mrs.
Fowler's and see if she can let us have a boiled lobster; she generally
is ready to put them on about this time of day, and you might stop at
Skelton's on your way back and get some of those good little
ginger-snaps."

"Aunt Ada is such a dear," said Molly, as the two started off. "I
don't believe she would ever, ever want you to get another pin, Mary,
and if I were you I would tell her all about it to-day; it will be such
a good chance."

"I'll see about it," said Mary evasively.

There was no lovelier spot on the Point than Elton woods. Here the
great trees grew to the very edge of the cliffs, and the way to them
was through paths bordered by ferns, wild roses, and woodland flowers.
In some places the trees wore long gray beards of swaying moss and
stood so close together that only scant rays of daylight crept under
them; in others they shot up high and straight above their carpet of
pine-needles, which made a soft dry bed for those who lingered beneath
them to gaze at the white-capped waves chasing each other in shore, or
who, lying down, watched the fleecy clouds drifting across the sky.
Near by was a pebbly beach where one could gather driftwood for a fire,
or could pick up smooth water-washed stones to build walks and walls
for tiny imaginary people. There was no end of the material the place
afforded for amusement, and when they reached there, Molly eagerly fell
to devising plays.

Yet, alas! She missed Polly's fertile brain and imaginative
suggestions. Polly was always able to discover fairy dells and
gnome-frequented caves. It was she who invented the plays which were
the most delightful. Mary was rather tiresome when it came to anything
more than sober facts. She would play very nicely with the dolls, but,
when it came to make-believe creatures, she was sadly wanting, and the
best response Molly could expect to get when she built a fairy dwelling
was: "Oh, I say, that is a proper little house, isn't it?" or "What a
duck of a tree that is you are planting; it is quite tiny, isn't it?"

"We always take some of these little bits of trees home with us," Molly
told her, "and they live ever so long."

"I wonder could I take one to England," said Mary.

"Why, yes, I should think you could easily. We will get some the very
last thing, and I am sure they'll live quite a while."

"It would be jolly nice to have one, woul