At this moment Aunt Keziah Kate entered. Tommy fled to her from the enemy, and buried his head in her clean white apron.
“What is ut, ma lovely?” Aunt Keziah Kate asked tenderly, as she stroked the tousled head.
By this time the Blue Lady had come downstairs to find out the cause of Tommy’s trouble.
“Go and get me two cabbages to Bridget’s,” once more repeated Mrs. Tregennis, while Daddy walked over to the soap-dish by the kitchen sink, and having taken from it a square of damp flannel wiped Tommy’s tearful eyes.
“Come, ma lovely!” said Aunt Keziah Kate, and
“Go!” ordered Mammy.
Still Tommy wavered.
“Go to Bridget’s, Tommy Tregennis, an’ get me two stockin’s.”
“If they’re for our dinner,” interrupted Miss Margaret, “we’d really prefer cabbages.”