The larder window was rather high up from the ground and was secured by several iron bars.
With some difficulty they pushed up the lower sash a little way; and through the opening thus made Reggie contrived to wriggle his slight, thin body.
'Is there anything there worth carrying away?' said Marjorie, standing on tip-toe and peering in.
'Here's a cake,' said Reggie; 'and there are several pots of jam.'
'All right, hand them out. There's a pie; we might as well have that; serve Elspeth right for getting into a temper. Now let's come in with what we've got.'
Reggie squeezed himself through the opening, feet foremost, and dropped to the ground.
'Here—Hamish—Allan;' said Marjorie, entering the house; 'take these things to the dining-room. Have you any plates? No. I'll get them out of the pantry; and knives and spoons too. Bother, she's got the teapot in the kitchen; I'll have to go in and get it.'
She strode into the kitchen with flashing eyes and a haughty step; then stopped short in amazement.
'Elspeth!' she exclaimed; 'whatever are you crying for?'
There was no answer.