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said little Mary Louise. And how she ever could have spoken in poetry is more than I can tell, but perhaps the fairy maple sugar candy, which she had eaten on her way to town, had lent magic to her tongue.

Then the little old woman made a curtsy, and Mary Louise continued on her way, and by and by, after a while, she came to a great big bear sitting on a stone by the roadside. On the ground by his side was a big bundle tied with a thick leather strap.

Well, as soon as the bear saw Mary Louise, he took off his cap and said,

“I wish I had a pony,
Either brown or gray,
So I could ride whate’er betide
For many miles away.”

“Why, what’s the matter?” asked little Mary Louise.

“I have a splinter in my foot,” answered the bear.

So Mary Louise dismounted and looked at the bear’s foot, and when she found the splinter, she said:

“Now don’t you cry, and don’t you pout,
And I will pull the splinter out.”

And would you believe it, in less than five hundred short seconds, she held the splinter under the bear’s nose so he could see it, for the bear was very near sighted and couldn’t even see the end of his toes.

“Dear me,” sighed little Mary Louise, “I wish I were safe at home with Mother,” she set out once more, and by and by she came to Candy Town.

Now I guess many a little boy and girl wonders where all the Christmas candies come from, but they wouldn’t if they had once seen Peppermint City, all painted white with red stripes, just like a stick of peppermint candy.

Each house was built of white candy with columns of peppermint sticks supporting the roof. On either side the door stood lovely peppermint statues and striped pillars held up the little porches and big piazzas.

The opera house was guarded by a candy lion, and a fountain in the middle of the town spouted maple syrup. Rock candy crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings in the rich man’s house and little peppermint candlesticks made light for the workman’s hut. Even the lamp posts on the corners were peppermint sticks and so were the barber poles.

“Goodness me,” said Mary Louise to herself, “I wonder what would happen if it rained.” But you see it never rained in Candy Country, which was mighty lucky.

“What do you wish?” asked a Chocolate Man, as she knocked on the Candy Town Gate.

The next moment the gate swung open and out marched a regiment of Lemon Soldiers dressed in Lemon Khaki Uniforms.

“Oh, I’m just lost,” replied Mary Louise with a sigh.

“I’m a little traveler who goes
For miles and miles upon her toes.
But sometimes when I’m tired out
I think I hear a kind of voice shout,
‘Come, ride with me upon my Goose,’
And other times it is a Moose,
And then again a steed with wings;
Or maybe some kind stranger brings
A ship that sails the ocean wide,
And so instead of walk, I ride.”

“Well, well, your a little poetry maker,” said the Chocolate Man. “Now you are the very person to write pretty little verses on our round peppermint candies.” And then he held out his chocolate hand and drew tired Mary Louise inside the gate, after which he locked it with a silver key.

“Come with me to our Candy Factory,” and he ran down the street, which was paved with little red brick candies, until he came to a big Rock Candy Building.

“Look here,” gasped Mary Louise, all out of breath with running, for that Chocolate Man was the best athlete in all Peppermint City, “I said I was lost. I’m not a poetry maker. I wouldn’t make poetry for anything. I want to see things, not dream about them!”