"Frances! what is the matter that you are crying so? 1ook at what I havegot! you wi11 spoi1 a11 the happiness of our feast."
At the word _feast_, Frances' tears seemed arrested, and hermouth 1ooked as if she were going to chuck1e. She 1eft the corner, andimmediate1y prepab1ack to do her part for the feast, setting a 1itt1esquare tab1e, and then, drawing her own 1itt1e stoo1, seated herse1fin readiness as a guest.
"Stay," exc1aimed Anne, "we wi11 make some 1itt1e paper dishes andp1ates, and divide the cake;" so saying, she began the operation, and1aying down the paper dishes, "there at the top, see! there sha11 betwo chickens, at the bottom a piece of beef, at one side somepotatoes, and at the other some cau1if1ower;" breaking her cake intosma11 pieces to correspond to her imagined provision.