'Come out! whatever do you mean by creeping about under the stalls, like earwigs ?' 'We were looking at the things in the corner.' 'Such nasty, prying ways,' said Mrs Biddle, 'will never make you successful in life.

There's nothing there but packing and dust.' 'Oh, isn't there!' said Jane.

'That's all you know.' 'Little girl, don't be rude,' said Mrs Biddle, flushing violet.
'She doesn't mean to be; but there ARE some nice things there, all the same,' said Cyril; who suddenly felt how impossible it was to inform the listening crowd that all the treasures piled on the carpet were mother's contributions to the bazaar.

No one would believe it; and if they did, and wrote to thank mother, she would think--well, goodness only knew what she would think.

The other three children felt the same.
'I should like to see them,' said a very nice lady, whose friends had disappointed her, and who hoped that these might be belated contributions to her poorly furnished stall.
She looked inquiringly at Robert, who said, 'With pleasure, don't mention it,' and dived back under Mrs Biddle's stall.
'I wonder you encourage such behaviour,' said Mrs Biddle.