"Makin' a longer tail."
"Where did you get that piece of string?"
No answer; only a guilty look on the two chubby faces.
"Oh, I know! it's some cord you took from mother's work-basket. And now it's wanted; but you've spoilt it entirely; why did you cut and knot it so?"
"Why," said Cyril, "you see Don was my crazy man and I had to tie him; and then I had to cut the string to get it off, 'cause I couldn't untie the knots."
"Oh, you mischievous fellows. Another time don't you take things without leave. Did you take a paper of needles too?"
"No, we didn't; maybe Fan did."
Mildred went in search of Fan, and found her digging and planting in her little garden, the empty needle paper lying near.
"Fan," said Mildred, picking it up, "What have you done with the needles that were in this?"
"Sowed 'em in dis bed; and when dey drows up we'll have lots an' lots for mother an' you."