"How'd you do it?" asked Charlie, laughing.
"Dis way. See?" And clutching the piece in both hands, she buried her face in it, and began to devour it, much as a squirrel gnaws the meat out of a walnut.
So absorbed was she in her enjoyment of her feast, that she did not hear the door open and Mrs. Pennypoker come into the kitchen.
"Jane!" said the strong voice.
Janey started at the sound, and choked on a seed.
"Yes, mis'," she responded as soon as she could speak, while she raised her head from the rind.
"What are you doing?" demanded Mrs. Pennypoker sternly.
Her manner was not encouraging. There was a defiant flash in Janey's eyes, as she said sullenly,—
"Ol' mis' done got eyes. What she s'pose I's doin'?"
"But I told you to get the lunch."