There was a miserable silence.
“It looks like molasses candy. It is molasses candy,” said Ida. “Josephine, did you give this child molasses candy?” Ida's voice was entirely even, but there was something terrible about it.
Maria saw Josephine turn white. “She wouldn't have given her the candy if it hadn't been for me,” said she.
Ida stood looking from one to the other. Josephine's face was white and scared, Maria's impenetrable.
“If you ever give this child candy again, either of you,” said Ida, “you will never take her out again.” Then she went out, still smiling.
Josephine looked at Maria with enormous gratitude.
“Say,” said she, “you're a dandy.”
“You're a cheat!” returned Maria, with scorn.
“I'm awful sorry I didn't wait on the corner till four o'clock, honest.”
“You'd better be.”