Everybody jumped.

Winnie gasped and stood dripping.
"Oh-oh! how did he do it?
Why, Winnie _Breynton_!" For there hung the mug from his waist, empty, upside down, _tied to his bib_.
"In a hard knot, if you'll believe it! I never saw such a child in all my life! Why, _Winnie_!" The utter blankness of astonishment that crept over Winnie's face when he looked down and saw the mug hanging, Mr.Darley might have made a small fortune out of; but the pen of a Cicero could not attempt it.

It appeared to be one of those cases when "the heart feels most though the lips move not." "What _did_ you do such a thing for?
What could possess you ?" "Oh," said Winnie, very red in the face, "it's there, is it?
I was a steamboat, and the mug was my stove-pipe, 'n' then I forgot.

I want a clean apron.

I don't want any milk to-morrer." This was in the early summer.