"He's in there," said Daniel; "an' he's been keeping the dog still, but
he can't any longer."
"Just hear him!" whispered Harriet, with a shudder.
The dog was not only barking and growling, but leaping at the door.
[Illustration: "THE VISIT TO CAP'N MOSEBY'S"]
Mary Ann began to cry. "I'm going home," she sobbed. "S'pose that door
should break;" and she started down the road.
Eliza grasped the handle of Jonathan's wagon. "I guess we might just as
well go," she said. "I don't b'lieve he'll come to the door if we stand
there a week. I don't know what mother'll say when she finds that good
bucket's gone. I guess Mirandy'll catch it. An' when she finds out she's
been stealing, too, I don't know what she will say."
The sorry procession started. Jonathan's wagon creaked; but Mirandy
stood still, with a stubborn pout on her mouth, and her brows contracted
over her blue eyes.
"Come along, Mirandy," called Eliza, with a foreboding voice.
But Mirandy stood still.
"Why don't you come?" Harriet said.
"I ain't coming," said Mirandy.
"What?"
"I ain't coming till I get my bucket."
Then the whole procession stopped, and reasoned and argued, but Mirandy
was unmoved.
"What are you going to do? You can't get in," said Eliza.
"I'm going to sit on the door-step till Cap'n Moseby comes out,"
answered Mirandy.
"You'll sit there all day, likely's not," said Eliza.
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