But Flossy was not good, or at least, would not be quiet, and for a moment continued to struggle to free himself from Maggie's hold, and to give short, sharp barks as if he were displeased.
"It's not the rabbits he's after when he barks that way," said Fannie. "He thinks he has seen or heard somebody about;" and, going to the door, she looked around, up the glen and down the path leading to the house. "There's no one here," she said. "What ails you, little doggie? Did you think you heard some one who had no right to be here?"
At last Flossy was persuaded to be quiet, with the exception of a low grumbling "woof" now and then, as if he still thought his wrongs too great to be borne; and the children returned to their butter.
"Oh, Fannie," said Bessie, "you forgot to give us anything to put our butter rolls in when they are made."
"So I did," said Fanny; "and here are my hands in this cream cheese, and I cannot reach a bowl for you. See, take this milk pan that stands on the floor, Maggie. It is rather large, to be sure, but it will do for this time; and there is a dipper to pour the water in it."
"Bring the dipper for yourself, and give me my cup for myself," said Bessie, "and then we can both dip the water."
Maggie brought the pan and the dipper, and then went for the silver cup, but it was not where she expected to find it.
"Why Fanny," she said, "where's Bessie's cup? I thought you put it right here."
"So I did," said Fanny. "I stood it just there by the window."