But nothing like this happened. The cellar door did not open, and Flossie did not appear to have heard the noise.
“Isn’t there anything you can give me to eat, Dinah?” she asked wistfully. “I’m so hungry!”
“Bress yo’ heart, honey lamb! Ah kin gib yo’ some ’lasses cookies!” replied Dinah.
“Oh, molasses cookies! I just love them!” cried Flossie, and when she had several in her hands she ran out, crying: “Freddie! Freddie! Where are you? I got cookies!”
Freddie did not answer, and the voice of Flossie died away as she ran in search of him.
But pretty soon the kitchen cellar door opened and Freddie’s head was thrust out. Dinah heard the noise of the knob and turned to look at the little fellow.
“Is she gone?” whispered Freddie. “Is Flossie gone?”
“She suah has,” was the reply.
“I’m glad she didn’t see me,” he went on. “I got it hid down behind the coal bin.”
“Good lan’!” exclaimed Dinah. “Whut’s it all about, anyhow?”