Edith had to confess that it would.
She went next to the grocer’s for butter.
“I will send it up,” said the clerk.
But no, Edith was sure mamma had intended that she should carry it.
It was given her in a paper bag, and she held the bag close to her heart, and cried over it; and by the time they reached home the butter was ready to melt. She dropped it in a chair, and shrieked out,—
“O mamma, Lucy’s been there! I took her! I s’posed her!”
And down Edith sank upon the sofa in unspeakable woe. Little Lucy finished the direful story.
“Hookin’-cock, mamma, hookin’-cock! Give me a pill! Please put it in squinch jelly!”
I must confess that mamma and Aunt Vi fell to laughing in the most unfeeling manner. Each tried in turn to soothe poor Edith; and mamma said that even if Mrs. Phillips’s window had been wide open,—and Jimmy was sure it was shut,—that even with the window open it was hardly probable that Lucy had been exposed in so short a time.