"Want anything?" asked the girl.
"No, thank you," replied Henrietta gently, feeling that in judging the stable-boy she had somehow injured the girl.
The girl lingered a moment, glanced significantly at the clock, and went out.
"Who could it be?" asked Billy, pleasantly excited.
"Why, this is terrible," said Henrietta. "If the boy didn't do it, there is no one else who could have, but the family."
"It looks that way," admitted the Watermelon.
"What shall we do?" gasped Billy. "What shall we pay them with?"
The slatternly girl again appeared in the doorway much to the general's nervousness.
"Want anything?" she asked, and glanced again at the clock.
"No," said Henrietta. "No, thank you."