“Why, we don’t interfere with them.”
“No; but I’m afraid others do.”
But just at this time Aunt Georgie was a good deal exercised in her mind, and she confided her trouble and suspicions to the two girls, but bade them say not a word to Mrs Bedford.
“It would only worry her, and she has plenty of troubles over those wild, harum-scarum, neck-breaking, horse-riding boys.”
But the next morning at breakfast she let the cat out of the bag.
“Flour? Stolen?” cried Mrs Bedford, excitedly.
“Oh, auntie!” cried the girls, reproachfully.
“Well, I didn’t mean to say anything, but I’m quite sure that a quantity has been taken out of the tub three times lately,” said Aunt Georgie, emphatically.
“Nonsense, aunt!” protested Hetty; “it’s your fancy, or else Ida must have taken some without speaking.”
“No,” said Ida, quietly, “I have not touched it. If I had wanted some for cooking, I should have asked aunt for it.”