"Here," she
said; "here's the ice cream. And here's the fritters. Don't get sick,
now, will you?"
"No," said Sara.
Her mother gazed at her with sympathy. "What else would you like?" she
inquired.
"I'd like Mr. Jeminy," squeaked Sara. "He's in the toils."
"I'll go and see if I can find him," said Juliet. And she began to
look about for a twig, or a small branch, suitable for Jeminy. But all
at once she grew thoughtful. It had occurred to her that to look for
Mr. Jeminy in the flesh would be a delightful adventure. It would
please every one. She sat down on the porch steps to think it over.
In the first place, it would be necessary to slip off unobserved. For
although Mrs. Tomkins, by her own account, would be glad to have Mr.
Jeminy back again, Juliet felt that she could not explain to Mrs.
Tomkins exactly what she intended to do. As for the trip, an umbrella
in case of rain, and the company of Sara would be sufficient. Then it
was only a question of walking in the direction of Milford, before she
came on Mr.
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