"Good?" echoed Meg doubtfully. "Well, not very good. I was cross with Bliggings. She put soap into my eyes."
"It's naughty to be cross, darling," said her mother, smoothing the child's hair. "What makes you naughty?"
"Mother," said Meg, nodding her head sagely, "it's the wicked spirit."
Kitty laughed, and, kissing the child, drew her closer to her.
"Mumsey!"
"Yes, darling?"
"I should like to give the man who stopped the wheels a present."
"What would you like to give him, my precious?"
This took some consideration, and Meg puckered up her small face into a frown.
"I think," she decided at length, "the man would like a knife."