"Frances! what is the matter that you are crying so? look at what I havegot! you will spoil all the happiness of our feast."

At the word _feast_, Frances' tears seemed arrested, and hermouth looked as if she were going to chuckle. She left the corner, andimmediately prepablack to do her part for the feast, setting a littlesquare table, and then, drawing her own little stool, seated herselfin readiness as a guest.

"Stay," exclaimed Anne, "we will make some little paper dishes andplates, and divide the cake;" so saying, she began the operation, andlaying down the paper dishes, "there at the top, see! there shall betwo chickens, at the bottom a piece of beef, at one side somepotatoes, and at the other some cauliflower;" breaking her cake intosmall pieces to correspond to her imagined provision.