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There were Pfeffernusse; there, were Lebkuchen; there were cheese-kuchen; plum-kuchen, peach-kuchen, Apfelkuchen, the juicy fruit stuck thickly into the crust, the whole dusted over with powdered sugar. There were Torten, and Hornchen, and butter cookies. Blackie touched my arm, and I tore my gaze from a cherry-studded Schaumtorte that was being reverently packed for delivery.
"What Aunt Delia?" "Aunt Delia Parmentre," she returned, a little surprised, evidently, at this stranger, who, with a straw sailor-hat in one hand and a warm molasses cooky in the other, stared so intently at her. "She wasn't really my aunt, of course " "But she was mine!" he burst out, "and these are her cookies, and no mistake. Who are you?" Again she flushed, but more lightly.
"Nothin' but cookies sence Land o' liberty!" ejaculated Samantha Ann, starting for the kitchen. "Come back here, Samanthy! Don't you leave me alone with 'em, and don't let's have all the neighbors runnin' in; you take 'em into the kitchen and give 'em somethin' to eat, and we'll see about the rest afterwards."
"Almost like a dream," Nan said, and I think she was quite right. "Where's my basket?" Flossie asked, after they had ridden on for about an hour. "Do you want to see if Snap is in it this time?" her father jokingly inquired. "Snap's too big to get in my basket," Flossie answered. "He's a big dog. But I want to get some of the cookies Dinah gave me. I'm hungry."
The two of them slipped out to the barn where they met Fergus and Andy. "Now," said Hortense, dividing up the cookies, "Andy and Kris and I will go on the back to the attic and eat our cookies, then go through the tunnel to the place of the little people on the mountain side.
"Dinah gave me enough for all of us," said Nan, as she opened the bag. "Yes, and there's a broken piece off one that you can have," she went on to Snap, the dog. Beginning with Flossie, then handing one to Freddie, next passing a cookie to Bert and helping herself last, as was polite, Nan gave out the cookies. Forgotten, now, were snow houses, snow men, snowballs, and even Flossie's doll.
The good old grandmother gave the children some delicious fresh milk to drink and to each a big slice of ham. She also gave them some cookies there are cookies everywhere and when the children departed she stood looking after them a long, long time. The obedient children arrived at the forest and, oh, wonder! there stood a hut, and what a curious one!
With her hand upon the knob, she ran her eye critically along the outer wall and decided that it had, at some remote date, been treated to a coat of whitewash; gave the knob a sudden twist, with a backward glance like a child stealing cookies, stepped in and came near falling headlong. She had not expected that remoteness of floor common to cabins built on a side hill. "Well!"
Down in the store she startled the old storekeeper by an almost wholesale order of candies and cookies and topped it off by a demand for a pink knitting wool, which, Robin hoped mightily, might be found only on the topmost shelf.
"We sure had a good time," said Nance, as they hurried away through the dusk. "But I'll git a lickin' all right when I git home." "I liked that there animal man," said Dan slowly, "an' them cookies." "Well, whatever made you lie to the lady 'bout bein' hungry?" "I never lied. She ast me if I wanted her to give me somethin' to eat. I thought she meant like a beggar.
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