"I shall never do that, Lily-Ann," I said, faintly, gluing my arms closer to my sides.
"You might in your sleep," she returned, with grim significance.
"And that ain't all," she went on, after a short but terrible pause. "There's a Bear in the garret. He wants something."
"What does he want?" I asked, fearfully, determined to know the worst at once.
"He wants a bad child. He's hungry!"
Now I was bad, as I had just reason to know. Lily-Ann used to examine my record every night, and she was the greatest one that I have ever seen for pointing out flaws in character.
"I don't think I've been very bad to-day, Lily-Ann," I said, trembling.
"You took your little brother's ball," she answered, shortly.
"But I gave it back to him!" I cried, aghast.