now, Baby, is for you to promise me not to try to do
things like that without telling any one. Just think how very badly hurt
you might have been. If only you had waited to ask me about the little
box all would have been right, and my pretty jugs would not have been
broken."

"And mother told us that last night, you know, dear," said Fritz, in his
proper big brother tone. "Don't you remember in the story about her when
she was little? It all came of her not waiting for her big sister to see
about the trunk."

Baby gave a deep sigh.

"If God hadn't put so much 'sinking into him's head, it would have been
much better," he said. "Him 'sinks and 'sinks, and zen him can't help
wanting to do 'sings zat moment minute."

"Then 'him' must learn what _patience_ means," said mother with a little
smile. "But I'll tell you what _I've_ been thinking--that if we don't
take care somebody else may be hurting themselves with the broken glass
on the pantry floor."

"P'raps the cat," said Baby, starting up, "oh _poor_ pussy, if her was
to cut her dear little foots. Shall him go downstairs again, mother, to
shut the door? Why, him's foot's still _zather_ bleedy," he added,
drawing out the wounded foot, which had a handkerchief wrapped round it
above the plaster.

"No," said his mother, "it will be better for me to tell the servants
myself," so she rang the bell, and as it was now about the time that
Denny had thought it when Baby first woke up, in a few minutes her maid
appeared, looking rather astonished. She looked still more astonished,
and a little afraid too, when she caught sight of the two curly heads,
one dark and one light, on mother's pillow.

"Is there anything wrong with the young gentlemen?" she said. "Shall I
call Lisa, my lady?"

"No, not quite yet," said mother. "I rang to tell you to warn James and
the others that there is some broken glass on the pantry floor, and they
must be careful not to tread on it, and it must be swept up."

"Broken glass, ma'am," repeated the maid, who was rather what Denny
called "'quisitive." "Was it the cat? I did think I heard a noise early
this morning."

"No, it wasn't the cat," said mother. "It was an accident. James will
see what is broken."

The light curly head had disappeared by this time under the clothes, for
Baby had ducked out of sight, feeling ashamed of its being known that
_he_ had been the cat. But as soon as the maid had left the room he came
up again to the surfac