“Yes’m,” with her sweet accent.
“She may take Jack, and the babies will have a good long nap. Now Jack, you must be very good and mind Marilla, or you shan’t go out again for a week.”
Jack said he would. He looked very pretty in his brown coat with its fur collar, and his brown mittens.
“Give me a penny a’cause I’m gonter be good.”
“I’ll wait and see whether you are going to good or not.”
Jack stood it pretty well until they reached the little park which was a rather long triangle with a few trees in it. Here he made a sudden dash and was off like a squirrel.
Marilla was after him. “Go it sonny,” cried a man laughing, but she gained on him and took him by the arm with a jerk that nearly capsized them both.
He could not pull away. She marched him across the street and found the store, and asked 25 for the notion department. There were the spools of all kinds.
“Will you please open the bag and find an order in it,” she said in a very nice manner.
The girl smiled. “Three spools of silk, two twist, black cotton number 60, white cotton, 60, 70 and 80.”