Just at that moment their sister Anne came into the room, singing in
the joy of her heart, with a piece of plum-cake in her hand, holding
it up, and turning it about before her sisters to exhibit her
newly-acquired possession, on which Frances fixed her eyes with eager
gaze, and the tears flowed still faster, accompanied with a kind of
angry sob.
"Frances! what is the matter that you are crying so? see what I have
got! you will spoil all the happiness of our feast."
At the word _feast_, Frances' tears seemed arrested, and her
mouth looked as if she were going to smile. She left the corner, and
immediately prepared to do her part for the feast, setting a little
square table, and then, drawing her own little stool, seated herself
in readiness as a guest.
"Stay," said Anne, "we will make some little paper dishes and
plates, and divide the cake;" so saying, she began the operation, and
laying down the paper dishes, "there at the top, see! there shall be
two chickens, at the bottom a piece of beef, at one side some
potatoes, and at the other some cauliflower;" breaking her cake into
small pieces to correspond to her imagined provision.
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