Floris knew better than that; but still her eyes danced. Suddenly they heard the back kitchen door, and, as suddenly, Floris turned white. “The mince-spoon, Katy! You’ve brought the mince-spoon! Mamma’ll know!”
Katy’s little mouth dropped open.
“Quick! She’s coming this way!”
Floris softly got into the sitting-room, so did Katy.
“Where is the spoon?” hurriedly whispered the elder girl.
“I stuffed it under the stair carpet, where that rod was up.”
They could hear mamma coming through the hall. But she came only part way. After a pause, she returned to the kitchen.
“Katy, what if she’s found it?”
“She couldn’t.”
They stole out into the hall. The spoon was gone!