"But you'll be punished."
"I don't care."
The key was turned in the lock, and Judy, going over to Babs' bed, exhibited her spoils.
"See," she said, "here's my wedding present."
"Did you go to fetch those holly berries this morning?" asked Babs.
"Yes, I did, and I had to go a long way for them too; that horrid, wicked old Barnes had cut away my bough, and I had to go all the way to the lake."
"Your feet do look so sloppy and wet."
"So they are, they are soaking; I forgot to put on my boots."
"Oh, won't you catch an awful cold! won't Miss Mills be angry!"
"Never mind; I'll change my stockings and shoes after I have arranged my present."