There were plates heaped with biscuit, there were dishes of both wild and cultivated strawberries, and delicious cream to be eaten with them, there were sandwiches and little cakes, honey enough to tempt the bees to the feast, and the children thought it finer than a hotel dinner. How they laughed, and chattered, as they enjoyed the spread! Uncle Harry was in his sunniest mood, and told stories and jokes that kept them amused, and seemed to be the gayest member of the party. "Tell us a story about when you were a _little_ boy," said Flossie. "My small niece thinks I'm nothing but a _big_ boy now!" he said. "Well, the big Scotchman thought you were only a lad. I heard him say so," said Flossie. "When you were a boy were you ever naughty, _real_ naughty?" Floretta asked. She had been very quiet, and all were surprised at her question. "Once upon a time, when I was little," said Uncle Harry, "I was very, _very_ fond of good things, but the one thing that I liked better than anything else was strawberry jam. "I was always allowed to have it, but I felt sure that it would taste even nicer if I had more of it at a time, and still finer if I could have a long handled spoon, and eat it right from the jar. "I used often to think how fine it would be if I, some day, could have the chance to eat it that way, but I never could get even _very_ near the jar. "One day the opportunity came. My sister and I were in the nursery, and the maid had been down-stairs for a long time. "The rest of the family were away, and we were to have our tea in the nursery, as usual, only, as we had had to remain at home, we were to have an extra treat. "Among other good things, we were to have strawberry jam. "My sister, that is Flossie's mamma, was a little older than I, and she was always trying to give me lessons in good behavior. "'Now, Harry,' she said, 'while nurse is down-stairs, we might commence to set our table.' "'There isn't anything here to set it with but the tablecloth and the jam,' I said, 'but you're a girl, so you know how to put the cloth on, and I'll bring the jam.'" "I guess Uncle Harry was so fond of the jam, that he liked even to carry the jar," said Flossie. "We wondered why the nurse stayed so long down-stairs," continued Uncle Harry, "and I told my sister that I was tired of waiting for tea, and I said I'd taste of the jam, if only I had a long handled spoon. "'Why, Harry,' she answered in disgust, 'I wouldn't think you'd be so naughty, but,--if you really _want_ to taste it, here's the spoon beside the jar.'" "And _did_ you?" questioned Dorothy. "Well, yes, I have to admit that I did. In truth, I tasted and tasted until my sister cried: "'Why, Harry, you naughty boy! When you get done tasting, there won't be any left!' "'You won't care, because _you_ wouldn't be so naughty as to taste it!' I said. "'Oh, wouldn't I?' she cried. 'Well, you just let me take that spoon, and you'll see!'