The two little girls were very close friends, and were together all the time which they could snatch out of school hours.  Not long after the presentation of the sixpence, one night after school, Patience’s mother wanted her to go on an errand to Nancy Gookin’s hut.

Nancy Gookin was an Indian woman, who did a good many odd jobs for the neighbors.  Mrs. Mather was expecting company, and she wanted her to come the next day and assist her about some cleaning.

Patience was usually willing enough, but to-night she demurred.  In fact, she was a little afraid of the Indian woman, who lived all alone in a little hut on the edge of some woods.  Her mother knew it, but it was a foolish fear, and she did not encourage her in it.

“There is no sense in your being afraid of Nancy,” she said with some severity.  “She’s a good woman, if she is an Injun, and she is always to be seen in the meeting-house of a Sabbath day.”

As her mother spoke, Patience could see Nancy’s dark harsh old face peering over the pew, where she and some of her nation sat together, Sabbath days, and the image made her shudder in spite of its environments.  However, she finally put on her little sunbonnet and set forth.  It was a lovely summer twilight; she had only about a quarter of a mile to go, but her courage failed her more and more at every step.  Martha Joy lived on the way.  When she reached her house, she stopped and begged her to go with her.  Martha was obliging; under ordinary circumstances she would have gone with alacrity, but to-night she had a hard toothache.  She came to the door with her face all tied up in a hop-poultice.  “I’m ’fraid I can’t go,” she said dolefully.

But Patience begged and begged.  “I’ll spend my sixpence that uncle Joseph gave me, and I’ll buy you a whole card of peppermints,” said she finally, by way of inducement.

That won the day.  Martha got few sweets, and if there was anything she craved, it was the peppermints, which came, in those days, in big beautiful cards, to be broken off at will.  And to have a whole card!

So poor Martha tied her little napping sunbonnet over her swollen cheeks, and went with Patience to see Nancy Gookin, who received the message thankfully, and did not do them the least harm in the world.

Martha had really a very hard toothache.  She did not sleep much that night for all the hop-poultice, and she went to school the next day feeling tired and cross.  She was a nervous little girl, and never bore illness very well.  But to-day she had one pleasant anticipation.  She thought often of that card of peppermints.  It had cheered her somewhat in her uneasy night.  She thought that Patience would surely bring them to school.  She came early herself and watched for her.  She entered quite late, just before the bell rang.  Martha ran up to her.  “I haven’t got the peppermints,” said Patience.  She had been crying.

Martha straightened up:  “Why not?”