"Never mind; it'll be down in the yard," said Hazel.
Thereupon the child, at the height of her sweep again, kicked out the other one.
Desire and Hazel, together, pushed her for a quarter of an hour.
"Now let's have ginger-cakes," said Hazel, taking them out of her pocket, and leaving the "cat" to die.
Little Barefoot came down at that, with a run; hanging to the rope at one side, and dragging, till she tumbled in a sprawl upon the floor.
"You ought to have waited," said Desire.
"Poh! I don't never wait!" cried the ragamuffin rubbing her elbows. "I don't care."
"But it isn't nice to tumble round," suggested Hazel.
"I ain't nice," answered the child, and settled the subject.
"Well, these ginger-nuts are," said Hazel. "Here!"