“Or Uncle Rufus. He’s in the garden.”
“And Ruth wouldn’t do such a thing,” added Dot.
“It couldn’t be Aunt Sarah,” said Tess, eliminating another of the family group.
“And I don’t think Miss Titus would do such a thing,” hesitated Dot.
“Well!” said Tess.
“Well!” echoed Dot.
Both had come to the same and inevitable conclusion. There was but one person left in the house to accuse.
“Aggie’s been playing a joke on us,” both girls stated, with conviction.
But Agnes had played no joke. She had been out to the store for Mrs. McCall at the time the children were in the kitchen. Besides, Agnes “would not fib about it,” as Tess declared.
The disappearance of the dolls’ feast joined hands, it seemed to Dot, with that mysterious something that she knew she had heard Ruth and Agnes talking about at night, and which the younger girl had thought referred to a goat in the garret.