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The next moment the astonished men were gazing at the pair of guilty-looking little mermaids, who wore curds for seaweeds. Helen's floating golden hair, all stringy with whey, was a funnier sight even than Zaidee's short plastered locks. The two frightened, dirty, streaming little faces, were raised appealingly. "Wal, I vum!
Then the older girls resumed their fun. Zaidee and Helen ran out into the yard. Presently, Helen came flying back in a great panic. "Do come here, 'Liza! do come quick, Eunice! Zaidee's eating worms! She's eaten two woolly ones, and one plain one. I'm afraid they'll make her sick. Do come, 'Liza, and make her stop."
"We digged the hole," put in Zaidee, eager for her share of the glory. "We digged for Mr. Satam's house, an' most found him, an' Cricket came an' said he'd gone to China, an' then Cricket digged this up, and we're going to dig every day, now, and get lots of money," for the whole performance was very mysterious in Zaidee's mind.
You've gone and snarled your Aunt Zaidee's wash-rag all up while I was listening to a beautiful story about your Grandma Ward. Look, grandma! he's made it just as worse as burs!" "I'll put it in order, while you're gone," said grandma, taking the very hopeless looking knitting. "Hand me my writing things, and I'll have the note ready when you come back for it.
But when Zaidee's mind was once set on an enterprise, nothing could turn her. She ran away for the shovels and dragged reluctant Helen with her. They selected a nice hollow place in the sand, and began to dig furiously. In a few minutes they had a hole a foot deep. Zaidee balanced herself on the edge, on her knees, and put her hands down on the bottom of the hole.
It was this morning, and 'Liza had Helen in the bath-tub bathing her, and I went into the nursery a moment, and Zaidee was in bed, and she said her leg hurt her, and 'Liza was going to rub it with 'Pond's Extrap, that's what she calls Pond's Extract, you know," taking breath, "and I only meant to help 'Liza, really and truly. So I took down the bottle and began to rub Zaidee's legs.
They're so nice and soft. Let's go and try it." But Helen hung back, and Billy said, anxiously, "I wouldn't. Folks say that Somebody lives there." "Who?" demanded Zaidee. "Wal, folks says as Mr. Satan lives round them parts," answered Billy, cautiously. "Oh, don't let's dig, Zaidee, I'm afraid," said timid little Helen, clinging to Zaidee's hand. "He might not like it, if we finded him."
She liked it better because her very own brother had planned it for her. She looked over some of the books and above his name he had written "For my Sister Marguerite." And she was glad with a sense of mystery she did not care to fathom that her mother's room was between her and Zaidee's. What a long day it had been.
It was kept outside, because grandma was very much afraid of the possibility of fire. Once, in an unlucky moment, the waitress, Delia, in drawing the oil into a small can to be carried into the house, had yielded to Zaidee's entreaty, and had let her turn that fascinating little spigot.
"I don't care whether you call it square or round," answered Cricket, briefly, snipping Zaidee's fingers, which were creeping too near the peppermints. "Zaidee, keep your hands away. You've broken a whole piece out of that." "How could she break a whole piece?" teased Archie. "If it's a piece, 't isn't whole, Miss Scricket."
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