A PRESENT FOR AUNT BEE
Sally was planning a present for Aunt Bee.
‘I want to give Aunt Bee a present because she is so good,’ said Sally,
‘but I haven’t anything to give. I could give her my blue handkerchief,
I suppose, only it has washed almost white. Or perhaps I might give
her the little thimble in my workbox, because I don’t like to sew very
well. Do you think she would like my thimble for a present, Mother?
Tell me what you think.’
‘I don’t believe your thimble would fit Aunt Bee’s finger,’ was
Mother’s answer.
‘I wish I could sell papers like little boys in the city,’ said Sally
next. ‘Then I would have pennies, more than I could count. But I can’t
do anything at all, and I do want to give a present to my Aunt Bee.’
‘Why, yes, you can do something, Sally,’ said Mother, with a smile.
‘You can sweep. You know how you like to sweep with your little broom.
Now every day that you sweep the doorstep clean, I will give you a
penny for it. Don’t you think you could do that?’
‘Will you really give me a penny?’ asked Sally, hopping about for joy.
‘Will you, Mother? I will sweep the doorstep as clean as a pin. I will
sweep it this very minute, too. Only, will it be a new penny?’ asked
Sally, who liked shining gold ones far better than dingy brown.
‘If I can find a new one in my purse every day,’ was Mother’s answer.
So Sally ran for her little broom, and never before had the old
doorstep known such a sweeping as Sally gave it that day.
Fortunately, Mother had a new penny with which to pay Sally, and the
shining little coin was carefully put away in a small silver box that
stood on Father’s desk.
Evening came and Sally went down to the corner to watch for Father.
‘It is for a present for Aunt Bee,’ said Sally, as, walking up the
street, she told him all about earning the penny. ‘But will I grow rich
very fast, do you think, on a penny a day?’
‘Not very fast,’ answered Father, ‘but couldn’t you do some work for
me, besides?’
‘Oh, I could,’ said Sally, squeezing Father’s hand very tight. ‘What
can I do, Father? What can I do for you?’
‘Well,’ said Father thoughtfully, standing now in the doorway and
looking down the flagged path to the street, ‘it seems to me that Tony
always forgets the weeds among the flowers along either side of this
walk. If you think you could pull them out, I will give you ten cents
toward Aunt Bee’s present.’
‘Oh, Father, Father!’ cried Sally, swinging joyfully on Father’s hand,
‘shall I begin now? Shall I get down before dinner and begin to pull
the weeds?’
‘Wait until to-morrow morning,’ suggested Father.
And as Mother thought so, too, Sally was forced to wait.
But she was up in the morning early, and after a brisk sweeping of the
doorstep, down went Sally on her hands and knees to pull out weeds with
all her might and main.
Off and on Sally weeded nearly all morning. Then she swept the doorstep
again and proudly dropped her third bright penny into the silver box.
‘I am growing rich fast,’ said Sally.
And so it seemed when she shook the silver box and the three gold
pennies rattled gayly about inside.
The next day Sally was so busy about other matters--Alice came to play
and Mother had company in the afternoon--that she was able to sweep the
doorstep only once. But she finished her weeding, and that night Father
gave her a new ten-cent piece, the brightest ever sent out from the
Mint, or so, at least, Father said.
In the evening, Sally placed her money in a row and counted her riches
over and over again.
‘Ten cents and four cents make fourteen cents.’
It grew to be almost a chant, Sally said it so many times.
‘To-morrow morning I will sweep the doorstep again and earn another
penny,’ said she. ‘That will make fifteen cents, and fifteen cents is
enough to buy anybody a present, I think.’
The next morning a final sweeping of the doorway brought the sum up to
fifteen cents. So Mother and Sally, as happy as could be, started off
for a shopping trip in town.
Going to town was different from going to the city. A trip to the city
meant a ride on the train, rather a long ride, and a home-coming so
late that after supper you must go straight to bed. But going to town
was only stepping on a bus and whirling over a country road into town,
all in the space of ten minutes or so.
Mother had a few errands to do, and Sally liked shopping so well that
she did not grow at all tired of watching Mother select blue-and-white
wool to knit ‘perhaps a scarf or a sweater,’ she was told. Mother
bought buttons, too, and thread, and a new pair of shears, sharp and
shiny.
Then her errands were done, and it was time for Sally to select her
present for Aunt Bee.
‘Hadn’t I better go to the Five and Ten Cent Store?’ whispered Sally,
who well knew how many delightful articles might be purchased for very
little money in a scarlet-and-gold Five and Ten Cent Store.
Indeed, once inside the store, there were so many objects that Sally
was sure Aunt Bee would like, that it was really a difficult matter for
her to make her choice.
Mother was patient and allowed Sally to wander about as long as she
wished, and at last her choice was made.
‘Will Aunt Bee like these, do you think?’ asked Sally, smiling upon her
purchases with pride.
And Mother, carefully looking them over, answered, ‘Yes, I think she
will.’
‘You see,’ explained Sally, ‘I bought this little duck for five cents
because I thought he would look pretty floating in Aunt Bee’s white
glass flower bowl. He can sail under the flowers, you know, and in and
out of the stems.
‘And this little pink baby is made of soap. Would you ever think it,
Mother? It looks just like a real baby to me. I thought Uncle Paul
would like to see it smiling at him when he comes home at night and
washes his hands. He so often wishes that he had a little girl like me,
and a baby is much nicer than a little girl, I think.’
Yes, Mother agreed with Sally that Uncle Paul could not fail to like
this present.
‘The soap baby cost five cents, and that left me another five cents,’
went on Sally. ‘So I bought this big, thick stick of pink-and-white
peppermint candy, all wrapped up in shiny paper, too. Aunt Bee likes
peppermints. She almost always can find one for me when I go over to
see her.
‘Are we going straight home now, Mother? I want to give my presents to
Aunt Bee as soon as ever I can.’
So the moment Sally reached home, she ran over to Aunt Bee’s with her
hands full of presents. And never was any one more surprised than Aunt
Bee when the parcels were tumbled into her lap and she was told that
they were all for her.
‘Open them, open them,’ cried Sally, ‘and tell me which you like the
best. I think they are all pretty, the prettiest presents I ever saw.’
When Aunt Bee untied the string--bright green string, Sally was glad of
that--and took off the paper, she thought just as Sally did, that they
were the prettiest presents she had ever seen.
‘You must put the duck in the water, Sally,’ said she, leading the way
into the house.
So Sally did. And away floated Master Duck under the pink roses,
looking as much at home as if he had spent all his days in Aunt Bee’s
white glass bowl.
‘Let us go upstairs and stand the soap baby where Uncle Paul will see
him the first thing to-night,’ said Aunt Bee next. ‘Do you mean him to
wash his hands with the baby, or is he only to stand and smile at Uncle
Paul?’
Sally placed the pink baby on the edge of the wash-basin where Uncle
Paul would be sure to see him.
‘I think,’ said Sally thoughtfully, ‘that to-morrow he may wash his
hands with the baby, but that the baby ought only to smile at him
to-night.’
‘I think so, too,’ agreed Aunt Bee. ‘Now suppose we go down on the
porch and break the peppermint stick and eat it.’
‘Oh,’ said Sally, ‘wouldn’t that be nice?’
So Sally and Aunt Bee sat down to a little feast which was very
refreshing to a person who had spent the morning shopping in town.
‘Isn’t it good candy?’ said Aunt Bee, passing it to Sally again.
‘Yes, it is good,’ answered Sally, carefully choosing a piece not too
small. ‘Which one of your presents do you think you like best, Aunt
Bee?’
‘All of them,’ said Aunt Bee promptly. ‘I like all three of them best.’
‘I don’t,’ said Sally, ‘I think the peppermint candy is the best
present of all.’