o put sugar in mince-meat--it's already in," answered
his little girl.

Mrs. Brown took a taste of Sue's pie. She, too, made a funny face, and
then she asked: "Where did you get the jar of mince-meat, Sue?"

"From the cupboard where you told me, Momsie, next to the glass jar of
peaches."

"On which side of the jar of peaches?"

"Let me see--it was the side I write my letters with--my right hand,
Mother."

"Oh dear!" cried Mrs. Brown. "I should have told you! But the egg woman
came just then. I should have told you the left side of the jar of
peaches. On the right side was a jar of pickled chow-chow. It looks a
lot like mince-meat, I know, but it is quite different. The real
mince-meat was on the _left_ of the peach jar. Oh, Sue! You've made your
pie of chow-chow."

"I was thinking Sue had found out a new kind of pie," said Daddy Brown.
"Never mind, there are some cakes and cookies."

"Oh, dear!" cried Sue, and there were tears in her eyes. "I did so want
my mince pie to be nice!"

"It was good," said Tom. "The crust is the best I ever ate, and the
pickled insides will go good on the fish."

Everybody laughed at that, and even Sue smiled.

"Next time smell your mince-meat before you put it in a pie," said Mrs.
Brown. "Otherwise your pie would have been perfect, Sue."

"I will," promised the little girl.

Tom became a regular member of Camp Rest-a-While, sleeping in a tent by
himself. And he proved so useful, cutting wood, going on errands and
even helping with the cooking, that Mrs. Brown said she wondered how she
had ever got along without him.

He was given some of Uncle Tad's old clothes, that seemed to fit him
very well, so he could no longer be called the "ragged boy," and he went
in swimming so often, often taking Bunny and Sue along, that all three
were as "clean as whistles," Mrs. Brown said.

No word had been heard from Mr. Bixby about his missing helper, but Mr.
Brown had not given up making inquiries about the "needles."

Bunny and Sue missed their electric playthings, but their father brought
them other toys from the city with which they had great fun. But still
Bunny wished for his electric train, and Sue for her wonderful Teddy
bear.

One night, just after supper, Mrs. Brown discovered that she needed milk
to set some bread for baking in the morning.

"I'll go and get it to the farmhouse," said Tom.

"And may I go, too?" asked Bunny. It was decided that he could, as it
was not late,