Nell interposed, stern disapproval in her tone.
"Of course you should have a box! He's a most careless young man! There's the box that the tea things fit into just at his elbow!"
She watched delightedly his vain efforts to fit the cups and saucers into the shaped spaces cut into the cardboard.
"Really," she observed to the urchin, "I wonder Mrs. Jelly has such a very foolish young man to attend to her shop!"
"J-Jelks," came from the background in Molly's voice and with Molly's giggle.
In dignified silence Denis sought valiantly to ram the sugar basin into the place where the milk jug belonged; he put a cup into a plate hole, the cup disappeared and ran about under the cardboard.
"That ain't where it belongs! New to the business, ain't yer?" scoffed the urchin.
"That is where it is going to stay," Denis said firmly. "I never tempt Providence."
Nell came forward with an air.
"Young man, hand them over to me! I really am surprised at Mrs. Jel—Jelks! I will arrange the tea things."