12 All at once, Charlotte realized she had gone too far. She started to feel queasy. Her joy gave way to a tummy ache. She was forced to lie still for a while until her stomach settled down. In time she sat up and leaned her cheek against the frosty window by her bed. Then she spotted the little house of Auntie Ivy, her elderly neighbor. That gave her an idea! “Auntie Ivy will help me feel better!” thought Charlotte. Quickly hiding her chocolate box under her pillow (just in case Norbert came looking for it), she put on her winter coat and went outside. Auntie Ivy opened her door with a big smile. “Come in quickly, my dear! Brrr, it's so cold out!” While Charlotte warmed herself by the radiator,Auntie Ivy gaily busied herself. She hummed as she pasted labels on the jam jars she had prepared last summer: “Strawberry Surprise,” “Apricot Delight,” and “Blueberry Bliss.” Then she tied them up in silk ribbons. Her jam jars had been transformed into pretty little packages.
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