kle of the bell, followed by pattering
footsteps, interrupted. In an instant, Rosie, brilliant in her
scarlet cape and scarlet hat, with cheeks and lips the color of
cherries, stood at her side.

"I saw that hateful Laura come out of here," she said. "I just knew
she'd come in to make trouble. What did she say to you?"

Maida told her slowly between her sobs.

"Horrid little smarty-cat!" was Rosie's comment and she scowled
until her face looked like a thunder-cloud.

"I shall never speak to her again," Maida declared fervently. "But
what shall I do about it, Rosie?--it may be true what she said."

"Now don't you get discouraged, Maida," Rosie said. "Because I can
tell you just how to get or make those things Laura spoke of."

"Oh, can you, Rosie. What would I do without you? I'll put
everything down in a book so that I shan't forget them."

She limped over to the desk. There the black head bent over the
golden one.

"What is dulse?" Maida demanded first.

"Don't you know what dulse is?" Rosie asked incredulously. "Maida,
you are the queerest child. The commonest things you don't know
anything about. And yet I suppose if I asked you if you'd seen a
flying-machine, you'd say you had."

"I have," Maida answered instantly, "in Paris."

Rosie's face wrinkled into its most perplexed look. She changed the
subject at once. "Well, dulse is a purple stuff--when you see a lot
of it together, it looks as if a million toy-balloons had burst.
It's all wrinkled up and tastes salty."

Maida thought hard for a moment. Then she burst into laughter,
although the big round tear-drops were still hanging from the tips
of her lashes. "There was a whole drawerful here when I first came.
I remember now I thought it was waste stuff and threw it all away."

Rosie laughed too. "The tamarinds you can get from the man who comes
round with the wagon. Mrs. Murdock used to make her own
apples-on-the-stick, mollolligobs and corn-balls. I've helped her many a
time. Now I'll write you a list of stuff to order from the grocer. I'll
come round after school and we'll make a batch of all those things.
To-night you get Billy to print a sign, '_apples on the stick and
mollolligobs to-day_.' You put that in the window to-morrow morning
and by to-morrow night, you'll be all sold out."

"Oh, Rosie," Maida said happily, "I shall be so much obliged to
you!"

Rosie was as good as her word. She appeared that afternoon wearing a
long-sleeved apron u