“See here, Mary,” said Bob, “you know my mother?”
“Yes, I do, Bob,” answered the woman, nodding.
“She’s your friend, isn’t she?”
“Yes, indeed! She gave me a week’s work and a nice room all to myself last spring.”
“Well, you come with me, Mary,” said Bob, “and we’ll go up to the house. My mother has been making a silk quilt, and I’m sure she has some pretty pieces she’ll give you to fix up your doll.”
“Oh, won’t that be fine!” cried Mary, in childish glee. “Yes, yes,” she said; “take me there right away, will you?”
They felt safe now to let go of Mary. She clapped her hands in great glee, and seemed to have forgotten about cutting off the teacher’s hair.
“Mary,” asked Miss Williams, “have you been hiding in the storeroom ever since school began?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am, and long before that”