CHAPTER XXXIV
Miss Kezia entered the dining room.
Molly, hastily and with a very red face, slipped the sheet of paper on which she had been writing beneath the blotting paper. She looked up, and the giggle that had started to her lips died away.
"Oh! Oh, can I do anything for you, Aunt Kezia?" She jumped up and kicked over her chair.
Miss Kezia replied stiffly that she required nothing from her. She looked at her thoughtfully.
"I suppose it was you who put my everyday bonnet into the wrong box?" she queried.
"I—oh, was it the wrong box? I—I'm very sorry—"
"And it was you who sewed a black button on my glove, while the others are white, I suppose?"
"I didn't think it would matter—"
"And may I ask where you have hidden my keys?"