“Oh, that’s fine! What about the spearmint jumbles you mentioned?” “I made up that recipe,” Mary Frances confessed. “You see, I’m so crazy to have everything from the garden that I just had to be original.” “I’m wild to hear about this recipe!” Eleanor said. “Let’s go into the play house and I’ll write it down.” When they were seated, Mary Frances began: “I looked all over the garden, Eleanor, and I couldn’t think of a thing we could use in making candy, and I certainly think we need candy, don’t you?” “Indeed, I do!” Eleanor agreed. “Suddenly I spied the spearmint growing with my other herbs. ‘The very thing!’ I thought, so I just made up a very simple recipe for— SPEARMINT JUMBLES 2 cups sugar ½ cup water 1 cup mint leaves 1. Wash the mint leaves. 2. Put the sugar in a saucepan. Add the water. 3. Stir sugar over the fire until dissolved. 4. Cook quite hard until the sugar begins to turn brown. Take from the fire. Add mint leaves, stirring hard. 5. Turn out on a buttered pie plate. Add 2 tablespoons butter. 6. Stir hard until candy falls apart or crumbles into small pieces. “My, but you are smart, Mary Frances!” declared Eleanor. “I wish I could do such things—but what if some people don’t care for spearmint flavor?” “We could make some fudge.” Mary Frances met the suggestion, “but I think everybody ought to think it good this time because it’s from our garden. I didn’t like to plan for ice-cream even because it didn’t grow there.” “Don’t you wish it did!” cried Eleanor. “If it did, I’d have acres of ice-cream plants!” Mary Frances laughed. “We’ll cook everything right here in the play house,” she continued; “that little stove will do all that we want.” “Oh, won’t it be too grand for anything!” Eleanor hugged Mary Frances in enthusiasm. * * * * * So when Tuesday came, they set to work, and carried out their plans. “Who’s to serve the feast?” asked Billy, as he arranged the plates according to the girls’ directions. “Oh, we’ll do that,” answered Mary Frances. “All we ask you to do, Billy, is to open the freezer and dish the ice-cream.” “Believe me, you may count on me, ladies,” said Billy, bowing. “Count on me for a large share in the ice-cream work, although I can’t see that there will be much work, for I ordered it in the form of bricks.” “Billy, you’re a brick!” laughed Eleanor. By twelve o’clock Wednesday, the refreshments were ready, and the girls went to the big house to “doll up,” as Billy said. Mary Frances glanced out of the window just as she fastened the last button of Eleanor’s dress. “Here comes Aunt Maria!” she cried and bounded down-stairs and out on the porch to meet her. While she was hugging her, Eleanor’s father and Bob appeared on the scene, and you can imagine how happy the little girls were.