"And what a wicked word she called us!" said Bessie. "Maggie, what shall we do?"
"We'll have to tell mamma," said Maggie; "she ought to know it."
"But, how can we tell her? I don't like to say that word, and, Maggie, I don't like you to say it either."
"But I s'pose we'll have to," said Maggie. "Mamma wouldn't like to have a swearer in her house."
"And what will be done to the cook?" asked Bessie. "Will she be hung?"
"No, I guess not," answered Maggie. "I think they only hang people when they kill somebody. But I s'pose she'll have to be took to prison. Papa's a lawyer, and I guess he'll send her."
"I thought the policemen did that," said Bessie.
"I'll tell you," said Maggie. "You know papa goes down town?"
"Yes, to his office."