Bang! she came to the floor with a thud.
"Oh, my dear little girl!" cried one of the customers, who had been
buying the sewing silk. "Are you hurt, child?"
Sue, sitting in the molasses puddle--yes, she was actually sitting in
it now--looked up, thought about the matter for a moment, and then
answered, saying:
"No, thank you, I'm not hurt. But I'm stuck fast. I can't get up."
It was very sticky molasses.
Mrs. Golden, thinking more about the waste of her precious molasses than
about Sue for the moment, reached over and shut off the spigot. It had
caught and was hard to close, which was why Sue could not do it.
Fortunately, however, the little girl had nearly closed it before the
quart measure was quite full, and not so much of the molasses had run
out on the floor as might have if the spigot had been wide open all the
while. But, as it was, there was enough to make Sue fall, and to hold
her there in the sticky mess after she had sat down so hard.
"Dear me, what a mess!" exclaimed one of the customers.
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