black.”

“Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!”

But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said:

“Siddy, I’ll lick you for that.”

In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into the lapels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them — one needle carried white thread and the other black. He said:

“She’d never noticed if it hadn’t been for Sid. Confound it!

sometimes she sews it with white, and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to gee-miny she’d stick to one or t’other — I can’t keep the run of ’em. But I bet you I’ll