"I have looked all over," said Maggie. "I just expect a robber came in the night and stole it."
"Why, it would not fit him!" said Bessie.
"Well, I guess he has a bad little robber girl of his own that he has taken it to," said Maggie. "Anyhow, she'll be bare one foot, and I'm glad of it."
Bessie sat up in the bed and looked around the room. "I see a pair of clean socks over there on your petticoats," she said.
"So there is," said Maggie; and quite good-natured again, she began to dress as fast as she could.
"Maggie," said Bessie, as she lay down again to wait till her sister was ready, "what was the name of that word you said?"
"What,—'sponsibility?"
"Yes, that's it; say it again."
"Spons-er-bil-er-ty," said Maggie, slowly.