nviron
The man that meddles with cold iron.'

"And I declare here is what I've always said of poetry. 'Tis as true as I
make good dolls:

"'Those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake.'"

"I think Aunt Anne Rose would like 'Pilgrim's Progress,'" Anne ventured,
a little timidly, to suggest.

"Maybe. I have a fine copy. Not too large, and easy to read. 'Twill cost
five shillings," and Mistress Mason put back the book of verse and took
from the shelf a small square book that she handed to Rose.

The girls looked it over carefully. "But it is not like Aunt Martha's
book," said Anne; "'tis not so large, nor has it such fine pictures.
These pictures are little and black."

"It tells the same story," Rose assured her, "and I know it would please
Aunt Anne Rose. It will cost us two and six, sixty-two cents, apiece."

They decided to purchase it, and Mistress Mason wrapped it up in a neat
package for them, and said that she hoped they would step in again. She
followed them to the door, and Rose and Anne both bowed very politely as
they wished her good-day.

CHAPTER XIII

ANNE'S BOOK

"Rose," said Anne, as soon as they left the little shop, "I know what I
shall buy for Aunt Martha; I shall buy her one of those fine pewter
dishes."

"So you can! It will be sure to please her," replied Rose, looking
kindly down at her little friend. "You are always thinking of giving
people things, aren't you, Anne? My Grandmother Freeman, who lived in
Wellfleet, used to say that it was a sign that a child would grow up
prosperous and happy if it had the spirit to give instead of to take."

When the girls went up the brick walk to the Freeman house they saw
Frederick and a number of small boys in the yard. Frederick was standing
on a box with a paper in his hand, from which he was reading, and he and
his companions were so interested that they did not notice the girls.

"He's playing that he's Colonel Crafts reading the Declaration," Rose
whispered to Anne, as they opened the front door, and entered the house.
"Fred has made believe everything that has happened here in Boston for
the last two years."

"It's warm weather for candy-making," said Mrs. Freeman, as the family
gathered at the supper table in the cool pleasant dining-room, "but
Caroline is going to see her mother this evening, so you children can
have the kitchen, and you will not have another opportunity for a long