“Stop, stop, Silly!”
“You told me to go when you said go; and I was a going to go.”
“That was my mistake, Silly. I want you to go to the pantry, get a bottle of currant wine, a jar of damson preserves, and a box of sardines. Can you find them all?”
“O, yes, marm. Currant wine, damson preserves, sardines.”
“Very well. Be careful in handling things. Those are for Aunt Hulda, with my compliments. Make no mistake, and be sure to tell her I sent them. Now, Silly, go.”
Silly started at the word “go” so forcibly that she ran plump against the portly form of the captain, who just then entered.
“Hang it!” roared he; “why don’t you see where you are going, stupid?”
“Stupid” stopped not to tell the reason why, but darted by the captain: and soon a commotion among the dishes in the pantry made it evident that Silly was “handling things” none to carefully.
“Where’s that crazy thing going now?” muttered the captain, as he stalked to the window.