THE EPISODE OF THE BAKER’S BOY
As I continued wondering, with the paper still in my hand, mamma’s voice called to me outside the door.
“Norah! there’s the baker at the door; you must go and take in the bread.”
“Mamma!” I exclaimed.
“You must. Jane said she would come back for tea, but she hasn’t put in an appearance yet. Somebody must go, and I can’t, and your sisters are dressing; you ought to be ready by now; you must do those errands. There, he’s knocking again—go down to him at once!”
I obeyed. Did my hair somehow, crammed my hat on anyhow, and down the stairs I went. A pretty task to set me! Down the kitchen stairs I hurried, to the area door, on the glass window of which vigorous knuckles were beating a sort of tattoo. The moment I opened it I was greeted in the most surprising
