“Yes. Here! give me that bottle. I’ll run across and get another bottle of milk from Mr. Vandergriff. We’ll have to help the little one carry her stuff home. The little sled is smashed to smithereens.”
“All right, Jess. Now, don’t cry, child!” exclaimed Mother Wit, kindly, hovering over the little girl. “You won’t be blamed for this, I know.”
But the child was staring after the sleigh instead of picking up her goods, and with such a wondering look on her face that Laura asked:
“What is the matter with you? What did you see?”
The child still remained dumb, and Laura took her by the shoulder and shook her a little.
“What is your name?” she demanded.
“Maggie,” said the little one, gulping down a sob.
“Maggie what?”
“No, ma’am; Maggie Plornish,” stammered the other.
“My goodness me!” gasped Laura. “Did you see the man in that sleigh?”