her little stomach after it was down, making her very uncomfortable for several hours.
'Why do you keep sighing?' asked Aunt Pen, as Patty sat down to her work.
'I don't feel very well.'
'You have eaten something that disagrees with you. Did you eat hot biscuits for breakfast?'
'No, ma'am, I never do,' and Patty gave another little gasp, for the bun lay very heavily on both stomach and conscience just then.
'A drop or two of ammonia will set you right,' and Aunt Pen gave her some. It did set the stomach right, but the conscience still worried her, for she could not make up her mind to 'fess' the sly, greedy thing she had done.
'Put a white patch in the middle of those green ones,' said Aunt Pen, as Patty sat soberly sewing her daily square.
