you must have done something _very_ naughty." "How!" said Cecilia,
catching hold of her. "Let me go--Let me go!" cried Louisa, struggling.
"I won't give you one of my strawberries, for I don't like you at all."
"You don't, don't you?" said Cecilia, provoked; and catching the hat
from Louisa, she flung the strawberries over the hedge. "Will nobody
help me!" exclaimed Louisa, snatching her hat again, and running away
with all her force.

"What have I done?" said Cecilia, recollecting herself. "Louisa!
Louisa!" She called very loud, but Louisa would not turn back! she was
running to her companions.

They were still dancing, hand in hand, upon the grass, whilst Leonora,
sitting in the middle, sang to them.

"Stop! stop! and hear me!" cried Louisa, breaking through them; and
rushing up to Leonora, she threw her hat at her feet, and panting for
breath----

"It was full--almost full of my own strawberries," said she, "the first
I ever got out of my own garden. They should all have been for you,
Leonora, but now I have not one left. They are all gone!" said she; and
she hid her face in Leonora's lap.

"Gone! gone where?" said every one at once, running up to her. "Cecilia!
Cecilia!" said she, sobbing. "Cecilia!" repeated Leonora; "what of
Cecilia?" "Yes, it was--it was."

"Come along with me," said Leonora, unwilling to have her friend
exposed; "come, and I will get you some more strawberries." "Oh, I don't