Over the baluster she flung cushion after cushion, until Arabella's curiosity forced her to question.
“What ever are you going to do with all those cushions?” she asked.
Patricia looked very wise.
“Oh, you'll see,” she said, and when she had reached the lower hall she peeped out.
“Here it is!” she said.
Arabella looked.
“Why, that's an old pung!” she said.
“Well, who said it wasn't?” Patricia replied sharply; “but it isn't an old one now, because it has just been painted yellow. It's our grocer's, and the boy that drives it is going to let us ride in it this afternoon.”
Arabella hesitated. She knew that Aunt Matilda did not wish her to be with Patricia at all, and she also felt that to ride in a yellow pung, lettered, “Fine Groceries, Butter, Cheese, and Eggs,” was surely not aristocratic, and yet, what fun it would be!