crept on all-fours to the kitchen door, where Jenny relieved him of the jar. They softly ascended the stairs, where Amy was ready to receive them. "How dared you take that jar?" said she; "what does it contain?" "I don't know," said Charlie; "but I know what my pillow-case contains. It was never so well lined before, Amy." Thus saying, he commenced removing its contents, while Jenny pulled the knife out of the loaf, which proved to be pound cake, uncovered the jar, and pronounced it filled with cherry jam. "Ay," said Amy, "there's where those cherries I saw her buying of Dilly Danforth went, then. She told me they were so dirty she had to throw them away. But I think you had better go and carry these things back." "Never," said Charlie; "I am going to eat my fill once in Mrs. Mumbles' house." "But what will she say when she discovers her loss?" "That is just what I'm anxious to know," said Jenny. "So am I," returned Charlie, chopping off a large slice of pound cake and dividing two pies in halves. "The old lady goes in for treating her visitors well, don't she? I dare say these condiments were intended to supply her guests for years. I wish we had some spoons to eat this cherry jam." "You had better carry that back," said Amy. "No, I will not go down on my knees and crawl under Mrs. Salsify's bed again to-night on any consideration." "Neither would I," said Jenny, "the old adage is 'as well be killed for a sheep as a lamb;' so let us enjoy ourselves to the utmost in our power. Here is food enough, of the best kind too, to serve us well for the remainder of our stay here, only a week longer you know. I'll keep it locked in my trunk." So saying, they cleared away, and Charlie bade good-night, and all retired to bright visions of pound cake and cherry jelly. CHAPTER IV. "She was a lovely little ladye, With blue eyes beaming sunnily;
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