5/12 I canna bide to see ye greitin'. Gin ye want a bittie o' sugar ony time, jist tell me, an' dinna gang helpin' yoursel'. Hae." He thrust the lump into Annie's hand; but she dropped it on the floor with disgust, and rushed up-stairs to her bed as fast as the darkness would let her: where, notwithstanding her indignation, she was soon fast asleep. He then restored it to the drawer whence he had taken it--which he could find in the dark with perfect ease--resolving as he did so, to be more careful in future of offending little Annie Anderson. |