She shrugged her shoulders stubbornly and put her finger on
her lip. The boy shook his head.
"You better go," he said soothingly. "You'll have to sometime, you
know. Here, take these," as she jumped up, forgetting the fork and
the salt-shaker. "Be sure to put 'em back where you got 'em, won't
you?"
"Oh, leave 'em here. I'll come back," she said carelessly, but the
boy insisted.
"No, you take 'em right now," he commanded. "I wouldn't want any
mistake made."
"Just wait a minute--I'll come back," she repeated, as the call
sounded again.
"Caroline! where are you?"
The boy stood up, holding out the silver. "You--you don't want 'em
to say I--I took 'em?" he blurted out.
Her eyes opened wide; she looked all the incredulous horror she
felt.
"Steal?" she cried, "with a dog like that?"
He nodded. "That's the way I look at it, but some don't," he said
shortly. "You better go now. Much obliged for the breakfast. If I
come back this way, maybe I'll stop in again, if you'd like to see
William Thayer."
"I think she went across behind the stable, Miss Carrie," Katy
called helpfully.
Caroline thrust the silver into her pocket and turned to go.
"I'm coming!" she cried desperately, and, patting William Thayer,
she took a few backward steps.
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