per. That would be a lovely make up. There's three. One for
Mr. Backhouse, one for Mrs. Backhouse, and one for Becky.--There's none
for you, Tiza."

"Nor none for Becky neither," answered Tiza shortly. "Father'll want
two. Becky and me'll get bread and dripping."

"Well, come along, Tiza, let's take them in."

"No, you take them," said Tiza. "Mother won't want to see me no more,
and father'll perhaps be coming in."

"Oh, but, Tiza, you'll come to tea with us?"

"I don't know," said Tiza. "You ask."

And off she ran as quick as lightning, off to her hiding-place in the
cherry tree, while Milly was left with the three brown eggs, feeling
rather puzzled and anxious. However, she put them gently in the skirt of
her frock, and holding it up in both hands she picked her way through
the wet yard back to the house.

When she appeared at the kitchen door, Aunt Emma and Mrs. Backhouse were
chatting quietly. Mr. and Mrs. Norton, and Olly, had gone on for a
little stroll along the Wanwick road, and Becky was sitting on the
window-sill with the baby, who seemed very sleepy, but quite determined
not to go to sleep in spite of all Becky's rocking and patting.

"Oh, Mrs. Backhouse," began Milly, coming in with a bright flushed face,
"just look here, what I've brought. Tiza found them just after dinner
to-day. They were under the hayrick right away in the corner, and she
wanted to make up, so she showed me where they were, so I brought them
in, and there's two for Mr. Backhouse, and one for you, you know. And,
please, won't you let Tiza come to tea with us?"

Mrs. Backhouse looked in astonishment at the three eggs lying in Milly's
print skirt, and at Milly's pleading little face.

"Ay, that's Sally, I suppose. She's always hiding her eggs is Sally,
where I can't find them. So it was Tiza found them, was it, Missy? Well,
they will come, in very handy for supper as it happens. Thank you kindly
for bringing them in."

And Mrs. Backhouse took the eggs and put them safely away in a pie-dish,
while Becky secretly pulled Milly by the sleeve, and smiled up at her as
much as to say,

"Thank you for helping Tiza out of her scrape."

"And you'll let Becky and Tiza come to tea?" asked Milly again.

"Well, I'm sure, Miss, I don't know," said Mrs. Backhouse, looking
puzzled; "Becky may come and welcome, but perhaps it would do Tiza good
to stay at home."

"Don't you think she'd better have a little change?" said Aunt Emma in
her ki