"It was a crazy drunk man," cried Prudy, "and he had a axe——"
"No," said Grace, "it was that wicked Mr. Judkins, and it was his jackknife."
"And he snips off your ears and nose," broke in Prudy, "and blood comes a-runnin' down, and he kills you dead, and then he puts you in jail, and then he chased us—don't you hear him comin'?"
"What does all this mean?" cried grandma and aunt Madge in one breath. "Have you been in that mowing-field, children?"
Grace and Susy hung their heads.
"Yes, they did," said Prudy, "and I wasn't well, and they shouldn't have gone and took me up there, and 'twas 'cause they were naughty."
"What shall I do with children that disobey me in this manner?" said grandma, much displeased.
"Worst of all," said aunt Madge, pulling off Prudy's shoes, "this child has got her feet wet, and is sure to be sick."