, slow however to see they were dismissed, so interested was he in watching proceedings.
“Good-bye,” said the little girl with an insinuating smile; she could hardly have done it better if she had been a society woman.
Clif
stared at her a moment—he had purposed staying here and helping for hours.
But then he got very red and backed suddenly out of the doorway, pulling Teddie after him.
“Where are the little boys?” said the mother when [157] ]she turned round; “how strange of them to go so suddenly!”
“It will be much nicer to have tea without them,” Phyl said, establishing herself calmly on a hat-box; “I never saw anything like the way they stared.”
“They were very nice little boys indeed,” said her mother warmly.
At that moment the very nice little boys were standing arraigned before their justly irate parents, who, driving home late in the day, had heard such pitiful crying not far from the roadway, they had gone in search of it, and had found the poor little forgotten Red Indians. Red Indians in very truth, for they were smeared from head to heel with the crimson jam.
“It might have killed the poor little things,” said their mother in great agitation.