"Look out, Dot! You'll fall off that chair as sure as you live, child!"
Tess was bustling and important. It was baking day in the Kenway household. She had the raisins to stone, and the smallest Kenway was climbing up to put the package of raisins back upon the cupboard shelf.
There was going to be a cake for the morrow. Ruth was a-flour to her elbows, and Aggie was stirring the eggs till the beater was just "a-whiz."
Crash! Bang! Over went the chair; down came Dot; and the raisins scattered far and wide over the freshly scrubbed linoleum.
Fortunately the little busy-body was not hurt. "What did I tell you?" demanded the raisin-seeder, after Ruth had made sure there were no broken bones, and only a "skinned" place on Dot's wrist. "What did I tell you? You are such a careless child!"