You know what She'll say." Josephine, whose face was smeared with molasses candy, and who was even then sucking some, relinquished her hold on the carriage.
"You'll be awful mean if you do tell," said she.
"I will tell if you don't do what you say you'll do another time," said she.
When they reached home, Ida had not returned, but she came in radiant some few minutes later.

She had read a paper on a famous man, for the pleasure and profit of the Edgham Woman's Club, and she had received much applause and felt correspondingly elated.

Josephine had taken the baby up-stairs to a little room which had recently been fitted up for a nursery, and, not following her usual custom, Ida went in there after removing her outer wraps.

She stood in her blue cloth dress looking at the child with her usual air of radiant aloofness, seeming to shed her own glory, like a star, upon the baby, rather than receive its little light into the loving recesses of her own soul.
Josephine and also Maria were in a state of consternation.

They had discovered a large, sticky splash of molasses candy on the baby's white embroidered cloak.