Gyp did not dream that nuts were ever
served thus.
There were plates of dainty cakes, and tiny wine glasses filled to the
brim with delicious raspberry shrub. How the children enjoyed the
simple treat!
The sandwiches and cakes disappeared like magic, and the wee wine
glasses were filled again and again with the spiced raspberry juice.
Greta piled her tray with an extra supply, and returned to the parlor,
where the children were chattering like sparrows while they enjoyed
the treat.
"I think this is a lovely party," said Princess Polly.
"So do I!" cried the others, as if with one voice.
"I think these are the nicest boys and girls I ever met," said Walter,
adding, "_especially_ the girls."
His merry gray eyes were laughing, and Uncle John said, as he looked
at the eager, boyish face:
"You shall come often to my home here at Avondale, and become even
better acquainted with my young friends, and neighbors."
"I'd like to, sir," Walter replied, "for I want them to be _my_
friends."
"We _will_! We _will_!" cried an eager chorus.
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