Amelia appeared at the door, a water pail in her hand, her pale eyes popping out in her tight face.
"Sh-h!" Catherine laid a finger on her lips, as she stole softly toward Letty, with knees that trembled. Her hand closed firmly over a kicking foot, and she dragged the child suddenly back. Then she sat down on the grass.
Letty wriggled violently to be free.
"Letty fish!" she waved a bit of string. "Fish!"
"Well, don't that beat all!" Amelia stood over them. "Who left that well cover off?"
"You didn't?" asked Catherine wearily.
"My land, no. I was just coming out to draw a bucket. I'll bet that Earle done it."
"Letty, be still!" Catherine's tone hushed the child. "I have told you never to go near that well, haven't I?"
Letty smiled, beguilingly.
"Pretty Muddie. Letty fish." Her small face wrinkled into the most ingratiating smile she possessed.