door-latches and hooks.

"Shall we ask him first?" questioned Anna.

"Yes," replied Rebecca. "He is our best neighbor, so 'tis right to ask
him first."

Rebecca and Anna stood in the open doorway for a moment watching the
glow of the forge and the bright sparks that sprang from the red bar of
iron which Mr. Foster was shaping into a spearhead.

He nodded toward his little visitors smilingly, and listened with
evident pleasure to Rebecca's invitation.

"But you tell me Paul is to have a good portion of the honey; 'tis
hardly fair we Fosters should come," he replied, and then added
quickly, "But why not let us have the neighbors, and divide the honey
that is left after the party?"

"Why, yes, sir; I think that will be a good plan," responded Rebby
soberly, "and perhaps Luretta will go with us to ask the neighbors."

Mr. Foster nodded again, whistling softly to himself, and as the little
girls bade him a polite "Good-morning" and went on toward his house they
could hear his whistle ring above the sound of his hammer.

Luretta came running to meet them.

"I was just coming to your house to thank you for Trit. Oh, Anna! You
are the bravest girl in the settlement. Paul says you are. And to think
you caught the rabbit for me." Luretta, quite out of breath, with her
arm across Anna's shoulders, looked admiringly at her friend.

"It's only fair," Anna replied, "because I lost yours." And then Anna
had to tell again the story of her capture of Trit. Luretta listened
eagerly. "I do wish I could have been with you, Danna," she said. But
Anna shook her head. "The boat would have sunk," she responded soberly.

Mrs. Foster thought the plan for a honey party an excellent idea, and
promised to come in good season; and Luretta was greatly pleased to go
with her friends to invite the neighbors.

"Will not Lucia Horton be pleased when we tell her about the honey?"
said Anna.

Rebecca stopped suddenly. "We are not to ask the Hortons," she
announced.

"Not ask Lucia! Why not?" questioned Anna, while Luretta looked at Rebby
with wondering eyes.

"No," Rebecca declared firmly. "The Hortons have a cupboard filled with
jellies, and candied fruits, and jars of syrups, and fine things from
the West Indies and from far places, and 'tis not fair. We have only the
wild bees' honey, a taste for each neighbor." Rebecca stopped with a
little sigh. She had not thought about not asking Lucia until Anna
spoke, but now she realized that,