looked very sharply at Stella, and said, "Don't let
me ever see you do so, Stella, or I shall have to slap your little
hands." Stella heeded the warning, and sat upright as a poker and
perfectly still.

Clarissa was perhaps not so much to blame, for the rose-cakes were
delicious. Would you like Lady Bird's recipe? Any little girl can make
them. Take a good many rose-leaves; put some sugar with them,--as much
sugar as you can get; tie them up in paper, or in a good thick
grape-leaf; lay them on a bench, and _sit down on them hard several
times_: then they are done. Some epicures pretend that they must be
buried in the ground, and left there for a week; but this takes time,
and reasonable children will find them quite good enough without. These
particular rose-cakes were the best Lota had ever made. The whole party,
Greens and all, agreed to that. For the rest of the feast there was a
motto-paper, which had ornamented several picnics before. It could not
be eaten, but it looked well sitting in the middle of the table. At the
close of the banquet all the party sang a song. Lady Green's voice was
not very good, but Lota explained to the children afterward that it
isn't polite to laugh at company even when they do make funny squeaks
with their high notes. Pocahontas had to sit in the corner awhile for
having done so. She was sorry, and promised never to offend again; as a
reward for which, her Mamma gave her a small blank book made of
writing-paper and a pin, which she told her was for her very own.

"You are such a big girl now," said Mamma Lota, "that it is time you
began to keep a Diary like I do. I shall read it over every day, and see
how you spell."

Here is Pocahontas Maria's journal as it stood on Tuesday afternoon,
after the children had done their lessons and had their dinners:--

"Tuseday. I am going to keep a Diry like Mamma's. Studded as usel. Mamma
said I was cairless, and didn't get my jography lesson propperly. Stella
had hers better than me. I hurt my ellbow against the table. It won't
bend any more. Mamma is going to get Doctor Jacob to put in a woulden
pin. I hope it won't hurt."

"Oh, Pocahontas! Pocahontas!" cried the scandalized Lady Bird as she
read this effusion. "After all the pains I have taken, to think you
should spell so horridly as this." Then she sat down and corrected all
the words. "I don't wonder your cheeks are so red," she said severely.
Pocahontas sat up straight and blushed, but ma