The house stood on a corner.
"Here, Amanda, you look better than I do; you go and meet her,"
said Sophia. "I'll just put the cake in the pan and get it in the
oven and I'll come. Show her right up to her room."
Amanda removed her apron hastily and obeyed. Sophia hurried with
her cake, pouring it into the baking-tins. She had just put it in
the oven, when the door opened and Flora entered carrying the blue
water-pitcher.
"What are you bringing down that pitcher again for?" asked Sophia.
"She wants some water, and Aunt Amanda sent me," replied Flora.
Her pretty pale face had a bewildered expression.
"For the land sake, she hasn't used all that great pitcherful of
water so quick?"
"There wasn't any water in it," replied Flora.
Her high, childish forehead was contracted slightly with a puzzled
frown as she looked at her aunt.
"Wasn't any water in it?"
"No, ma'am."
"Didn't I see you filling the pitcher with water not ten minutes
ago, I want to know?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What did you do with that water?"
"Nothing."
"Did you carry that pitcherful of water up to that room and set it
on the washstand?"
"Yes, ma'am.
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