Opened the entry door and listened--the kitchen door soon shut and somebody came up stairs slowly, with a waiter full of something.'Is that you, Dinah?''Yes marm.''Why didn't you come before?''I don't know, mum.''Didn't Sabina tell you I wanted you?''No, mum. She told me you wanted to know how many were down stairs, and I counted seventeen.''Take care Dinah, you're spilling that milk!''I can't help it, this pitcher leaks.''Where's the children's bowl?''I don't know, mum--I think it's broke.''Broken! Why, I bought a new one yesterday.'''Tain't my fault.'Hopelessly resigned, my sister Mary politely requested her to put down the waiter, and explained the nature of a witness's duty. We acknowledged our signatures and Dinah wrote out her name in a neat hand, then picked up the waiter and walked out of the room with the air of an injured innocent.I jumped up, kissed my sister, informed her that for the.....