After a little clamouring they all went off except Juliet and the baby.
"Don't you go, Juliet," said Mrs. Rowles; "I want to speak to you presently, before I go home."
"Then, Juliet," said her mother, "do you think you could carry baby safely downstairs, and sit on the door-step with him until Miss Sutton goes away?"
"I shall be sure to bump his head against the wall; I always do," was Juliet's sulky reply.
"Oh, you must try not to do so," put in Miss Sutton.
"And you might put his head on the side away from the wall," said Mrs. Rowles cheerfully.
"I might," returned Juliet in a doubtful voice; "but that would be on the wrong arm."
"The wrong arm will be the right arm this time;" and Mrs. Rowles laid the baby on Juliet's bony right arm, and both children arrived safely on the door-step within three minutes.
"Now," said Miss Sutton, "who may this good woman be?"
"My brother's wife from Littlebourne, miss; and she brought us a real good dinner, and we are all truly thankful. Amen."