So when Phyllis ran back up the drive, Baby peeped through the golden bush and called,
"Phyllis."
Then Phyllis came, with the great basket of cherries on her head.
And Baby stood by the golden bush, and pulled a leaf to pieces, and said, very grave and sad,
"Is it true?"
So Phyllis cocked her nose, and answered,
"Some is, Miss; most ain't," which is usually the way with stories from folk in Abroad.
Then Baby turned her face away, and said,
"You are very straight and true, Phyllis. So I love you. Only I must sack you all the same, because you mustn't pinch," for that is one of the rules.
Then Phyllis nearly cried, and said,