What for you s'pose she done do
dat?"
"Oh, go 'long! I don' b'lieve Miss Gracie didn't do no sich ting!"
returned Agnes.
"She did den, I seed her," asserted the little maid positively. "Mebbe she
heerd de mices runnin' 'round an want ole Tab for to ketch 'em."
"You go 'long and 'tend to yo' wuk. Bet, you lazy niggah," responded
Agnes, pushing past her. "Miss Wilet an Miss Gracie dey'll min' dere own
consarns widout none o' yo' help."
The child made no reply, but stole on tiptoe after Agnes.
Violet was coming up the front stairway, and reached the door of her
dressing-room, just in advance of the girl. Opening it she exclaimed at
the powerful perfume which greeted her nostrils, then catching sight of
the bottle lying in fragments on the floor.
"Who can have done this?" she asked in a tone of surprise not wholly free
from displeasure.
"De cat, mos' likely, Miss Wilet," said Agnes, setting down her basket and
glancing at puss who was stretched comfortably on the rug before the fire.
"I s'pect she's been running ober de bureau, like I see her do, mor'n
once 'fo' dis."
"She looks very quiet now," remarked Violet, "and if she did the mischief
it was certainly not intentional.
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