Oh, Maggie! look what you've done! Spilt it all, with not turning quickly enough when I told you.

Now you may fetch it again for yourself, for I'll have nothing to do with it." "I did not understand you in time," said she, softly.

But he had turned away, and gone back in offended dignity to the house.

Maggie had nothing to do but return to the well, and fill it again.

The spring was some distance off, in a little rocky dell.