By this time father and mother had come up, and Becky appeared from the farmyard, wheeling the baby in a little wooden cart, and radiant with pleasure at the sight of Aunt Emma, whose godchild she was, so that Milly's disappearance was not noticed.
She ran down the garden path to the cherry tree, and as, in the various times they had been together, Becky and Tiza had taught her a good deal of climbing, she too clambered up into the wet branches, and was soon sitting close by Tiza, who had turned her cotton pinafore over her head and wouldn't look at Milly.
"Tiza," said Milly softly, putting her hand on Tiza's lap, "do you feel very bad ?" No answer.
"We came to take you down to have tea with us," said Milly, "do you think your mother will let you come ?" "Naw," said Tiza shortly, without moving from behind her pinafore.
It certainly wasn't very easy talking to Tiza.

Milly thought she'd better try something else.
"Tiza," she began timidly, "do your father and mother tell you stories when it rains ?" "Naw," said Tiza, in a very astonished voice, throwing down her pinafore to stare at Milly.
"Then what do you do, Tiza, when it rains ?" "Nothing," said Tiza.

"We has our dinners and tea, and sometimes Becky minds the baby and sometimes I do, and father mostly goes to sleep." "Tiza," said Milly hurriedly, "did you _mean_ pussy to jump into the saucepan ?" Up went Tiza's pinafore again, and Milly was in dismay because she thought she had made Tiza cry; but to her great surprise Tiza suddenly burst into such fits of laughter, that she nearly tumbled off the cherry tree.

"Oh, she did jump so, and the mug made such a rattling! And when she comed out there was just a little bit of carrot sticking to her nose, and her tail was all over cabbage leaf.

Oh, she did look funny!" Milly couldn't help laughing too, till she remembered all that Mrs.
Backhouse had been saying.
"Oh, but, Tiza, Mrs.Backhouse says your father won't have anything for his supper.