The boy obeyed, creeping toward her sideways, with his head down.
“Jamie, did you lift the tray?”
“Only on one side, just a little bit.”
“Did you take anything from under the tray?”
He did not answer immediately. She looked at him searchingly and in suspense. He never could endure this questioning look of hers, and he ran to her, put his arms round her waist, and clasped to her side, hid his face in her gown.
“Only a little.”
“A little what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Jamie, no lies. There was a blue paper there containing poison, that you were not to have unless there were occasion for it—some bird skin to be preserved and dressed with it. Now, did you take that?”
“Yes.”