But you run over home for a loaf of stale bread, Sara, and it's a good idea about the rusks.

I'll make a panful." "Let me make them," said the Story Girl, eagerly.

"I can make real good rusks now." "No, it wouldn't do to trust you," said Felicity mercilessly.

"You might make some queer mistake and Aunt Eliza would tell it all over the country.

She's a fearful old gossip.