"Help yourselves, girls," she chuckled. "We'll have the spread, after all. I have been around the corner and bought out Mr. Beeny's little grocery." Then broke in a chorus of voices—
"How did you ever get out of the house?"
"Was Cerberus asleep?" (Cerberus was our nickname for the janitor.)
"How very sweet of you!"
"But how extravagant!"
"O girls! these pickled limes are too lovely for anything."
Adelaide appeared with her ewer. "I'll make the lemonade," she said, and began rolling the lemons with Milly's curling-stick, while Emma Jane Anton manipulated the can-opener with energy and success. Each girl flew to her room for her tooth-mug, and we drank Witch Winnie's health in brimming bumpers of lemonade.
"How did you ever manage it?" Milly asked again.
"I climbed down the fire-escape." Witch Winnie giggled.
"But you had to drop twelve feet onto the sidewalk!"