CHAPTER XXII
A SHOWER OF BOXES
Sister Sue, as soon as she had told Mrs. Golden what had happened also started to run back to the molasses barrel. In fact she ran ahead of the storekeeper, and Sue's hurry was the cause of another accident.
For the molasses, running out of the spigot which Sue had not been able to close, had overflowed the quart measure, and was now spreading itself out in a sticky pool on the floor.
It was a slippery puddle, as well as a sticky one, and Sue's feet, landing in it as she ran, slid out from under her.
Bang! she came to the floor with a thud.
"Oh, my dear little girl!" cried one of the customers, who had been buying the sewing silk. "Are you hurt, child?"
Sue, sitting in the molasses puddle—yes, she was actually sitting in it now—looked up, thought about the matter for a moment, and then answered, saying:
"No, thank you, I'm not hurt. But I'm stuck fast. I can't get up."