"Oh, you needn't do that to-night. Slip on an apron. But I want you first of all to run up to the farm for some milk. I will show you where it is. Put on your hat again, and make haste."
Peggy breathlessly obeyed.
Joyce took her outside the gate, and pointed to another large gate on the opposite side of the road.
"Go through that, and keep to the footpath across the field; then go through another gate, and you'll reach the farmyard. Get a pint of milk from Mrs. Green, the farmer's wife, and tell her who sent you. She'll know then; and it will be all right. Do you quite understand?"
"Yes 'm."
Peggy departed with pleased importance.
She was a long time gone, but at last she reappeared with a very sober face.
"Come along; where's the milk?" asked Joyce, meeting her at the front door.
"Please 'm, I haven't got it!"
"Why? Have you spilt it? What is the matter?"