"What's your talent, Anne?" asked Judy, one evening, as she lay on the couch reading "Sesame and Lilies." It was raining again outside, but in the fireplace a great fire was blazing, and rosy little Anne was in front of it, popping corn.
"Haven't any," said Anne, watching the white kernels bob up and down. "I can't draw and I can't play, and I c