Mrs. Chauncey's hand, which was stretched out for a fourth, drew back.
"Why, who put them there?" she asked.
"Miss Ellen, Ma'am."
"Where is Ellen?"
"I think she is sleeping, Ma'am. Poor child! she's the most wearied of us all, with sorrow and watching," said Margery, weeping.
"You saw her bring them up, did you?"
"I saw her, Ma'am. Oh, will I ever forget it as long as I live!"
"Why?" said Mrs. Chauncey, gently.
"It's a thing one should have seen, Ma'am, to understand. I don't know as I can tell in well."
Seeing, however, that Mrs. Chauncey still looked her wish,
Margery went on half under her breath