"Oh, I should. It’s spandy new, and I love it dearly. I ’ve got no more money to pay you, only this candy; do take a stick," and Lu presented the red barley sugar. The little girl took it gladly, and ran off. "Well, two sticks will do. I ’d rather lose every bit of it than my darling purse," said Lu, putting it carefully in her pocket. "I love to give things away and make people happy," began Lu, but stopped to watch a dog who came up to her, wagging his tail as if he knew what a kind little girl she was, and wanted to be made happy. She put out her hand to pat him, quite forgetting the small parcel in it; but the dog snapped it up before she could save it. "Oh, my last stick! I did n’t mean to give it to him. You naughty dog, drop it this minute!" cried poor Lu. But the beautiful pink cream candy was forever lost, and the ungrateful thief ran off, after a vain attempt to eat the flower-pot also. It was so funny that aunty laughed, and Lu joined her, after shaking her finger at the dog, who barked and frisked as if he felt that he had done a clever thing. "Now _I_ am quite satisfied, and you will have a pleasanter birthday for having made four people and a dog happy, instead of yourself sick with too many goodies. Charity is a nice sort of sweetie; and I hope you will buy that kind with your pocket-money now and then, my dear," said aunty, as they walked on again. "Could I do much with ten cents a week?" asked Lu. "Yes, indeed; you could buy a little book for lame Sammy, who loves to read, or a few flowers for my sick girl at the hospital, or a loaf of bread for some hungry person, or milk for a poor baby, or you could save up your money till Christmas, and get presents for children who otherwise would have none." "Could I do all those things? I’d like to get presents best, and I will--I will!" cried Lu, charmed with the idea of playing Santa Claus. "I did n’t think ten cents would be so useful. How long to Christmas, aunty?" "About ten weeks. If you save all your pocket-money till then, you will have a dollar to spend." "A truly dollar! How fine! But all that time I should n’t have any candy. I don’t think I could get along without _some_. Perhaps if I was _very_ good some one would give me a bit now and then;" and Lu looked up with her most engaging smile and a twinkle in her eye. "We will see about that. Perhaps ’some one’ will give extra cents for work you may do, and leave you to decide which kind of sweeties you would buy." "What can I do to earn money?" asked Lu. "Well, you can dry and fold the paper every morning for grandpa. I will pay you a cent for that, because nurse is apt to forget it, and he likes to have it nicely ready for him after breakfast. Then you might run up and down for mamma, and hem some towels for me, and take care of Jip and the parrot. You will earn a good deal if you do your work regularly and well."