“Oh, do!” said Hannah, trying to look very serious; “however shall I get along with my cooking if you don’t help me?”
“No,” replied Posy decidedly, “I shan’t ever help you make cookies or anything else; see if I do!”
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CHAPTER XIX.
The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Winton were talking earnestly together in the dining-room, and Mrs. Polly was listening with all her might, for the conversation turned on a subject that interested her greatly. At a very important stage of the conversation the door opened, and Posy entered.
Mrs. Polly was greatly annoyed at the interruption, and at once called “Posy,” in a voice so like Tom’s that for a moment Posy thought it really was Tom’s voice; the second time Polly called, Posy detected the deception.
“I know your voice, Mrs. Polly,” said Posy, “you can’t fool me quite so easy;” and the large peanuts in Polly’s cage looked so very inviting that she couldn’t resist the temptation of fishing one out, Mrs. Polly’s sharp eyes watching her fingers and trying to give them a nip, although she wouldn’t have had the heart to hurt Posy in spite of her annoyance.
“What do you want, Posy?” asked Mamma, who had stopped talking as soon as the little girl appeared.
“Miss Pompadour is going to be married,” said Posy, “and her wants a nice handkerchief with pretty lace on it.”