"Will you please let me have two cream cakes?" The young woman behind the counter of the small bakery glanced kindly at the maker of this request, a little girl in a rather neat-looking dress, with a dark, earnest face and a pair of big, solemn brown eyes. "They're nice and fresh to-day," she remarked pleasantly; "they came out of the oven only an hour ago." The customer smiled. "I'm glad," she said; "my little brother is very fond of cream cakes." "And how is your little brother to-day?" the woman questioned, at the same time selecting8 three large, fat cream cakes from the heaped up dish on the counter. "He's pretty well, thank you. Oh, excuse me, but you're giving me three; I only asked for two." "Never mind about that, it's all right. Too bad your little brother can't get out these fine spring days, isn't it?"