Lolla

LOLLA walked along under the trees, feeling rather fretful and dissatisfied, though she could not exactly tell why. She fancied the pail grew heavier every minute.

"I wonder if that cover is on tight? " said she to herself. "It wouldn't be very nice for the ice and salt to get into the porridge, or whatever it is. I don't believe it will be good, anyway, when it gets there. It will be all melted."