I huddled the bits up together in my handkerchief, and huddled the handkerchief into my pocket--the first pocket I had ever had, I rather think--and then I looked up to see if the absence of the cup was very conspicuous.

I thought not; the saucer was still there, and by pulling one or two of the other pieces of china forward a little, I managed to make it look as if the cup was just accidentally hidden.

To reach up to do this, I had to draw forward a chair; in getting down from it again I made some little noise, and I looked round in terror to see if grandmother was awake.

No, she was still sleeping soundly.

_What_ a blessing! I got out of one of the book cupboards a book I had read twenty times at least, and sitting down on a stool by the fire I pretended to read it again, while really all my ideas were running on what I should, what I _could_ do.