he bag; let us look some more. I've just found a big Lisle
glove; if I can find another, then Abner can go blackberrying; he says
his hands are ever so tender."

"And you thought he was in earnest," said Prudy. "While you are
looking, I'll go into the nursery and finish that holder."

Flyaway, having climbed upon the table, had rolled herself into some
mosquito netting, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. They were all so
much interested, that grandma, in the kindness of her heart, did not
like to disturb them.

"You are welcome to all the treasures you can find, but as soon as the
cake is made I shall want the table; so be quick," said she, looking
out from the pantry, where she was beating eggs.

"Yes, indeed, grandma, we'll hurry; and may we have every single thing
we like the looks of? now, honest."

"Yes, Dotty."

Then Mrs. Parlin and Miss Louise talked about currants, and citron,
and quite forgot such trifles as rag-bags.

"Here's another big glove," said Dotty, "not the same color, but no
matter; and here are some saddle-bags, Jennie. I'm going to be a
doctor."

"Saddle-bags, Dotty! those are pockets." Jennie took them from Miss
Dimple's hands. They were held together by a narrow strip of brown
linen, and had once belonged to a pair of pantaloons.

"I'm going to see if there isn't something inside," said Jennie. "Why,
yes, here's a raisin, true's you live. And here, in the other one,--O,
Dotty!"

But Dotty had run into the nursery to show Prudy a muslin cap.

"A wad of--"

Jennie was determined to see what; so she unrolled it.

"Scrip," cried she, holding up some greenbacks.

"Skipt," echoed Flyaway, who had come out of the cocoon and gone into
the form of a mop, her head adorned with cotton fringe.

Yes; a two dollar bill and a one dollar bill, as green as lettuce
leaves. This was a great marvel. Columbus was not half so much
surprised when he discovered America.

"Mrs. Parlin, do you hear?"

But Mrs. Parlin heard nothing, for the din of the egg-beating drowned
both the shrill little voices.

A sudden idea came to Jennie. Whose money was this? Mrs. Parlin's? No;
hadn't Mrs. Parlin looked over the rags once, and said the children
might have what was left? "'You are welcome to all the treasures you
can find;' that was what she said," repeated Jennie to herself. "I'm
the one that found this treasure,--not Dotty, not Flyaway. This is
honest, and I do not lie when I say it."

Jennie began to tre