as it looked, it had an eatable appearance to Caroline, whose instinct in these matters was unimpeachable, and bending over it she inserted one finger.
"Current jelly!" she whispered, thoughtfully licking the inquiring member. "The idea!"
She approached the wire closet and peered along the shelves; there was no jelly there.
" 'Dropped it getting it out," she pursued, "I wonder why Selma didn't wipe it up."
Suddenly her face brightened.
"We'll keep right on and pretend 'twas burglars," she announced to the quiet cellar, "and they stole the jelly in a hurry and dropped this and never noticed, and went upstairs to eat it and get the silver! And so I found 'em, after all!"
Still on tiptoe, she left the cellar, stole through the laundry, and crept mysteriously up the back stairs. So absorbed she was that a cracking board stopped her heart for a breath, and a slip on the landing sent her to her knees in terror. The empty quiet seemed to hum around her; strange snappings of the old woodwork dried her
