“Who was the witch, then?” asked Doris.
“I think Aunt Nan was the witch,” Elizabeth Ann said, “I noticed when we stopped trying to bite the apples on a string she wasn’t in the barn. I think she went to the house and put on her witch’s costume and came back. And when we were in the kitchen, I looked all around and she wasn’t there—unless she was the witch.”
Doris nodded slowly.
“Yes, Aunt Nan must have been the witch,” she agreed. “But Elizabeth Ann, where is the prize we won?”
“I forgot it,” confessed Elizabeth Ann. “I must have left it in the barn. I guess Catherine will bring it over to-day.”
“You’d better go and get it,” Doris advised. “Catherine will eat all that candy up, and not say anything about it.”
“Why, Doris Mason, what a thing to say!” cried Elizabeth Ann, much shocked. “Catherine won’t eat the candy we won as a prize.”
“Yes, she will,” said Doris obstinately. “She’s a mean girl, and I don’t like her. If you won’t go, I’ll go and ask for our prize. I’ll ask her mother.”
Elizabeth Ann gazed at her cousin in some exasperation. Ordinarily Doris wouldn’t open her mouth to talk to Mrs. Gould, and here she was planning to ask her for the prize box of candy.
“You can’t do things like that,” Elizabeth Ann scolded. “You have to be polite. In the first place, for all you know, Catherine will bring the candy over to-day; if she doesn’t, she may bring it to school Monday. And if she never brings it,” finished Elizabeth Ann impressively, “you can’t talk about it to her.”