"THE VISIT TO CAP'N MOSEBY'S"
Mary Ann began to cry. "I'm going home," she sobbed. "S'pose that door should break;" and she started down the road.
Eliza grasped the handle of Jonathan's wagon. "I guess we might just as well go," she said. "I don't b'lieve he'll come to the door if we stand there a week. I don't know what mother'll say when she finds that good bucket's gone. I guess Mirandy'll catch it. An' when she finds out she's been stealing, too, I don't know what she will say."
The sorry procession started. Jonathan's wagon creaked; but Mirandy stood still, with a stubborn pout on her mouth, and her brows contracted over her blue eyes.
"Come along, Mirandy," called Eliza, with a foreboding voice.
But Mirandy stood still.
"Why don't you come?" Harriet said.
"I ain't coming," said Mirandy.
"What?"
"I ain't coming till I get my bucket."