Mikey's mother picked up the jar off the front stoop.

"Hmmm," she thought to herself, "it looks like Ms. Maple's been making her marmalade again." Being eighty years old, Ms. Maple likely hadn't noticed that the jar was only half-full. Mrs. Schmid shrugged and, along with the few groceries she could afford to buy, brought it in and put it in the refrigerator.