At last they began to burst, the water got a lovely purple, we put lots of sugar in, and kept tasting till our aprons and faces were red, and our lips burnt with the hot spoons.
"'There 's too much juice,' said Nelly, shaking her head wisely.

'It ought to be thick and nice like mamma's.' "'I 'll pour off some of the juice, and we can drink it,' said I, feeling that I 'd made a mistake in my cooking.
"So Nelly got a bowl, and I got a towel and lifted the big saucepan carefully off.

It was heavy and hot, and I was a little afraid of it, but did n't like to say so.

Just as I began to pour, Debby suddenly called from the top of the stairs, 'Children, what under the sun are you doing ?' It startled us both.

Nelly dropped the bowl and ran.