"May I have the honour?" and Peter made his best bow to Shirley as she appeared from the pantry, her hands full of shining tins. "Of course you may, if you ’ll show me how. I never pulled candy in my life." "Your education has been appallingly insufficient, in spite of those two years in England. But I used to be pretty good at it, and we ’ll take the prize if you follow directions. Please begin by taking off those rings!" commanded Peter. Shirley obediently slipped off several pretty rings. Then she tied on a small and frivolous apron, at which Peter frowned. "Do you call that absurdity of lace and ribbons an apron?" he demanded. "What do you suppose will happen to it if you drop a hunk of candy in the sticky stage on it? Here, I ’ll get you one of grandma’s--they ’re worth something." Shirley presently found herself invested in a bountifully made apron of checked white material, with a bib and strings, which nearly covered her from sight. "Now you’re safe--and so is the candy. The minute it’s fairly cool, we ’ll seize a generous portion and get away to some cool spot with it." It was some time before this stage in the operations was reached, and meanwhile Peter found himself obliged to share his partner with Ross and Rufus, who had no idea of allowing monopolies, with no other girls present but Nancy. The elder people, however, proved themselves nearly as good company as the younger ones, for everybody seemed to have adopted the spirit of the season and to be ready for as much fun-making as possible. And to the great satisfaction of both Peter and Shirley, not the least care-free of the company seemed Mr. Joseph Bell himself. To Peter, especially, watching his father with an eye which took note, as the others could not, the very evident relaxation and refreshment of the occasion were a source of deep satisfaction. For once the son felt that he could himself relax and dare to get out of the hour all the joy there was in it. Happiness of this sort could not hurt, he was sure. It could only help. "Our panful is cool enough!" declared Peter, flourishing the blue-and-white-checked gingham apron which veiled his long legs, as he returned from the porch, where the candy had been cooling. "Now, partner, hands buttered, courage good? Stand ready to take hold when I say the word, I ’ll work the lump into malleable condition. Open the door into the wood-shed, please. We ’ll do our pulling there, if it’s not too cool for you; then we ’ll not get stuck." "_Ooh-h-h!_" Shirley gave a little shriek as Peter presently, with a deft pull of his big lump into a long, smooth skein, handed her one end with the injunction to draw it out quickly and swing it back to him. "But it’s hot!"