She turned
suddenly to Amanda. "Did you fill the water-pitcher in that
chamber for the schoolteacher?" she asked severely. She was quite
sure that Amanda had not filled the water-pitcher.
Amanda blushed and started guiltily. "I declare, I don't believe I
did," said she.
"I didn't think you had," said her sister with sarcastic emphasis.
"Flora, you go up to the room that was your Great-aunt Harriet's,
and take the water-pitcher off the wash-stand and fill it with
water. Be real careful, and don't break the pitcher, and don't
spill the water."
"In THAT chamber?" asked Flora. She spoke very quietly, but her
face changed a little.
"Yes, in that chamber," returned her Aunt Sophia sharply. "Go
right along."
Flora went, and her light footstep was heard on the stairs. Very
soon she returned with the blue-and-white water-pitcher and filled
it carefully at the kitchen sink.
"Now be careful and not spill it," said Sophia as she went out of
the room carrying it gingerly.
Amanda gave a timidly curious glance at her; she wondered if she
had seen the purple gown.
Then she started, for the village stagecoach was seen driving
around to the front of the house.
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