CHAPTER XV.
KIZZIE.
"Lucy," said Mrs. Lisle, to a dwarfed child of thirteen years, who was one of those creatures expected to "run two ways at once," "run, Lucy, and tell Kizzie to come straight here to me."
The winged child came speedily back, accompanied by the weaver, a stolid looking old negress named Kizzie.
"Kizzie," exclaimed her mistress, "I know you have stolen the cover to that barrel that has been standing for so long outside the store-room."
"What for should I want wid de cover, Missis?" inquired the servant.
"That is for you to tell, and right soon too—do you hear me?"
"I have never touched the cover, Missis."