"Yes, you have, you have, Liza! Oh, I wish you had told me the very first day! Please go right down to Susie, and ask her to cook everything Uncle likes best for dinner this evening; and tell her that he will eat them—every bite."
"Yas'm, Miss May-ree, I sho'ly will do dat. But ef'n ole Susie am gwine to cook eberyt'ing what Massa Frank laks bes', honey, I reckon dat gemplum's got to wait mighty late fo' his dinnah; kase yo' know dey's a powahful lot ob t'ings what Massa Frank laks bes'; dey sahtinly is!"
"Then pick out the ones he likes the very best, Liza,—the very, very best. Come back after while, and I shall help you to remember them."
"Yas'm, Miss May-ree, yas'm," and Liza hurried down to restore peace in the kitchen.
"O Sister, Sister, Sister! What shall I do! What shall I do! Oh, I am bad—bad!"
"Come, dear, come! Crying will not mend matters. You did not know that you were doing any harm, and you have already begun to repair it; so let us plan the next step."
"But I must tell Uncle—oh, I don't know what, but I must tell him something! Do you think he is at his office yet? Will you telephone to him for me, Sister?"
"He has scarcely had time to reach the office, dear; but in ten or fifteen minutes, I shall call him and give him any message you wish to send. In the meantime, you had better take the second step, which is to drink this broth. Cold broth is not very tempting."
Eagerly, the little girl emptied the bowl.
"I shall take the egg and milk after while if you think I ought to, Sister. I am so tired of eggs and milk, but——"