The Joyous Story of Toto

e to be lonely. It's only in the afternoon, when she sits still and knits. So I say, why shouldn't you all come over to the cottage in the afternoon, and talk to Granny instead of talking here to each other? I don't mean every afternoon, of course, but two or three times a week. She would enjoy the stories and things as much as I do; and she would give you gingerbread, I'm sure she would; and perhaps jam too, if you were very good."

"What's gingerbread?" asked the bear. "And what's jam? You do use such queer words sometimes, Toto."

"Gingerbread?" said Toto. "Oh, it's--well, it's--why, it's gingerbread, you know. You don't have anything exactly like it, so I can't exactly tell you. But there's molasses in it, and ginger, and things; it's good, anyhow, very good. And jam--well, jam is sweet, something like honey, only better. You will like it, I know, Bruin.

"Well, what do you all say? Will you come and try it?"

The bear looked at the raccoon; the raccoon l