78 Two Lirrte Priertms’ PRoGRESS

 

them as they left the table, and talked with them a
little.

So this eventful evening they lingered about until
all the rest had gone, and even went their way with
cautious glances about them when they crept out
after supper to their trysting-place with matches, the
battered old coffee-pot, and the eggs.

 

MEG LOOKED RATHER LIKE A LITTLE WITCH AS SHE STOOD OVER
THE BUBBLING OLD POT,

As they made their preparations, they found them-
selves talking in whispers, though there was not’ the
least chance of anyone hearing them. Meg looked
rather like a little witch as she stood over the