Miss Pritchet looked from the window; she caught a glimpse of the garden plot; she caught a glimpse of the roots in the air; she gave a little cry and ran to the door.
'Lisbeth had forgotten the marguerites. She was trying to squeeze a big knot through the little hole in her shoe.
"Who did this?" Miss Pritchet almost screamed.
"I don't know 'm!" replied everybody in a minute, seeing something had happened. 'Lisbeth called, "Don't know 'm!" together with the rest, without knowing what the confusion was about. When she found out what it was about, she only said "oh!"
Miss Pritchet looked at her. She looked at Miss Pritchet.
"Did you do that?" inquired Miss Pritchet, pointing to the marguerites.
"Do what?" inquired 'Lisbeth as politely as she could.
"Uproot my flowers."
"Were they yours?"