Ann Lizy continued to drag herself slowly forward, but she made no reply.
"Why don't you speak?"
Ann Lizy crooked her arm around her face and began to cry. Her grandmother reached down, took her by the shoulder, and led her into the house. "What on airth is the matter, child?" said she; "have you fell down?"
"No, ma'am."
"What does ail you, then? Ann Lizy Jennings, how come that great three-cornered tear in your best dress?"
Ann Lizy sobbed.
"Answer me."
"I—tore it gittin' over—the wall."
"What were you gettin' over walls for in your best dress? I'd like to know what you s'pose you'll have to wear to meetin' now. Didn't I tell you not to get over walls in your best dress? Ann Lizy Jennings, where is my bead bag?"
"I—lost it."