“It’s made out of some of my berries, and I’m going to give you half at supper-time,” he announced with a flourish.
“What makes you, when I’m so naughty?” asked Nan, meekly.
“Because we got lost together. You ain’t going to be naughty again, are you?”
“Never,” said Nan, with great decision.
“Oh, goody! now let’s go and get Mary Ann to cut this for us all ready to eat; it’s ’most tea-time;” and Rob beckoned with the delicious little pie.
Nan started to follow, then stopped, and said,—
“I forgot, I can’t go.”
“Try and see,” said Mrs. Bhaer, who had quietly untied the cord sash while she had been talking.
Nan saw that she was free, and with one tempestuous kiss to Mrs. Jo, she was off like a humming-bird, followed by Robby, dribbling huckleberry juice as he ran.