Our wild guffaws of laughter penetrated even
Great-aunt Eliza's deafness, and she glanced up with a startled
face. What we would have done I do not know had not Felicity at
that moment appeared in the doorway with panic-stricken eyes and
exclaimed,
"Cecily, come here for a moment."
Cecily, glad of even a temporary respite, fled to the kitchen and
we heard her demanding what was the matter.
"Matter!" exclaimed Felicity, tragically. "Matter enough! Some of
you left a soup plate with molasses in it on the pantry table and
Pat got into it and what do you think? He went into the spare room
and walked all over Aunt Eliza's things on the bed. You can see
his tracks plain as plain. What in the world can we do? She'll be
simply furious."
I looked apprehensively at Great-aunt Eliza; but she was gazing
intently at a picture of Aunt Janet's sister's twins, a most
stolid, uninteresting pair; but evidently Great-aunt Eliza found
them amusing for she was smiling widely over them.
"Let us take a little clean water and a soft bit of cotton," came
Cecily's clear voice from the kitchen, "and see if we can't clean
the molasses off. The coat and hat are both cloth, and molasses
isn't like grease."
"Well, we can try, but I wish the Story Girl would keep her cat
home," grumbled Felicity.
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