"It is that Juliet again, I'll be bound! There never was such a girl for getting into scrapes! She seems to have no heart, no spirit, for doing better."
With a hopeless sigh Mrs. Mitchell went back to the mantle.
Her sister could not take things so easily. She was not used to the incessant cries and outcries, quarrels, accidents, and miseries of a great city. Mrs. Rowles ran swiftly down the sloppy stairs to the open door, there she found Juliet leaning against the railings, while the baby lay sprawling on the step.
"Whatever is the matter?" asked Mrs. Rowles, breathless with fear.
"Nothing," was Juliet's reply.
"But I heard loud voices."
"That was only when Miss Sutton walked on baby."
"Poor little fellow! How did that happen?"
"Oh, I don't know; he just slipped off my lap at the very moment that she was coming out. He's not hurt."
Mrs. Rowles picked up the baby to make sure that he was not injured, and found no mark or bruise.