So we’ll pass over that part and I’ll tell you what happened next. Lola was eating a second jam tart, and had just taken one bite from it, when Janet asked her to pass the sugar. Lola put her tart down on a plate at her side to reach for the sugar bowl, and when she turned again to take up her piece of pastry it was gone.
“Tom Taylor!” she exclaimed, looking sharply at her brother, who sat next to her, “did you take my jam tart?”
“Why no, I didn’t take it,” he answered.
“You’re eating one!” exclaimed Lola.
“This is my own!” Tom declared. “Ted passed it to me; didn’t you, Ted?”
“Yes, I gave it to you,” was the answer.
“Well, somebody took mine!” cried Lola. “I put it down to hand Jan the sugar, and now it’s gone!”
“I think I can show you who took it, Lola, my dear,” said Mrs. Martin, in a low voice.
“Who?” asked the little girl.
“Look over there, on that little stump,” was the whispered answer. “There is the little chap who took it.”