ld make some
mittens for Lucy!"

"That's the very thing! I'll buy you some worsteds this afternoon," said
Aunt Charlotte, as she rang Mrs. Adams's door-bell; and Flaxie "smiled"
up her face in a minute, exclaiming:

"Red, auntie, please get 'em red!"

They had a lovely time with Mrs. Adams's gold-fish, and parrot, and
canary; but after all it was the vision of those red mittens that eased
the ache at Flaxie's poor little heart.

Auntie was all patience next morning, and her young niece all smiles;
and between them the ivory hook and the red worsteds kept moving.

"Lucy can't say 'thank you,' but her mamma'll be _so_ pleased," said
Flaxie, her face beaming. She really thought she was making the mittens
herself, because she took a stitch now and then.

"What, working on Sunday?" said teasing Johnny.

"Oh, it isn't Sunday, and I _didn't_ come Friday, and I _can_ wait two
weeks to see my mamma. You see I didn't know there was a little girl I
could make mittens for, or I shouldn't have cried," said Flaxie,
stopping a moment to kiss the baby.

The mittens were lovely. Aunt Charlotte finished them off at the wrists
with a tufted border. Lucy couldn't say "thank you," but her poor mother
was delighted, and fastened them to the child's cloak by a string, so
they wouldn't be lost.

The moment Milly got home from Troy and had been kissed all around,
Flaxie said:

"Oh, you don't know how I did feel, staying here all alone, Milly. But I
made those mittens, and then I felt better."

"What mittens?" asked Milly, who hadn't untied her bonnet yet, and
couldn't know in a minute everything that had happened.

"Why, Lucy's red mittens; don't you know? I tell you, Milly, what you
must do when you don't feel happy: you must make somebody some mittens."

This was Flaxie's way of saying "You must help other people." But Milly
knew what she meant. Children understand one another when the talking is
ever so crooked.

Flaxie had now been at Hilltop more than three weeks, and had become so
contented and happy that she was really sorry when Aunt Jane Abbott
appeared one morning to take her home.

"Thank you ever so much," said Miss Frizzle, politely; "but I don't care
'bout going home."

"Indeed!" said Aunt Jane, smiling. "And why not?"

"'Cause she wants to stay here and go to school with me," spoke up
Milly, with her cheek close to Flaxie's.

"But we thought she'd like to see her little brother Phil; he has eight
teeth," s