Suppose the baker told some one else?
He had promised not; but who can depend on bakers?
Suppose she was not the first to startle and electrify her fellow town's people after all?
She felt so fretted and miserable that her sighs at last became audible.
"Well, Maria, you certainly are a lively companion!" exclaimed Mrs.
Butler.

"Fidget, fidget sigh, sigh, and not a word out of your lips! I'll thank you to hand me my knitting, and then you may read me a chapter from that book of sermons on the table.

I often think it's in fine weather we should remember our souls most." This remark was so startling that Miss Maria's grievance was forgotten for a moment in her surprise.
"Why in fine weather ?" she ventured to ask.
"Because, being prosperous and comfortable, they are like to sleep within us.

Now, get the sermons and read.

Turn to sermon five, page four, begin second paragraph; there's a telling bit there, and I think the cap will fit your head." Miss Maria was rising meekly to comply, when happening again to glance at the blue bosom of the water, she uttered a shriek, threw down Mrs.
Butler's knitting, caught up the spy-glass, and sprang to the window.
"Good gracious! Maria, have you gone mad ?" exclaimed her sister.
"It is--it is--" gasped Miss Peters.