"You are tired: aren't you, children?"
"Oh, no, mamma!" they both exclaimed; "we aren't a bit tired!"
But their faces did not brighten. If the whole truth were told, it must be owned that they were both very unhappy. The more Rob thought about those onions, the more he felt afraid that it was stealing to have thrown them away; and this made him wretched enough.
And the more Nelly thought about it, the surer she felt that Rob was going to get into trouble before the thing was done with. Neither of them ate much breakfast; they were both listening to what was going on in the next section. They could hear such sentences as:—
"I know I left 'em here last night."
"Perhaps they went out of the window."
"They couldn't: they were on the floor."
"That black rascal's got 'em, you may be sure."
At this last sentence, Nelly gave Rob a push under the table with her foot, and his face turned very red.
In a moment more, Ben entered the car; as he was passing the Marches' table, the angry man from the next section called out, in a very rude way:—