It was Easter week, and Mrs. Tulliver's cheese-cakes were even more light than usual, so that no season could have been better for a family party to consult Sister Glegg and Sister Pullet and Sister Deane about Tom's going to school.  
On Wednesday, the day before the aunts and uncles were coming, Tom and Maggie made several inroads into the kitchen, where great preparations were being made, and were induced to keep aloof¹ for a time only by being allowed to carry away some of the good things to eat.
 
"Tom," said Maggie, as they sat on the boughs² of the elder tree, eating their jam puffs⁵, "shall you run away to-morrow?"
 
"No," said Tom slowly—"no, I shan't."
 
"Why, Tom? Because Lucy's coming?"
 
"No," said Tom, opening his pocket-knife and holding it over the last jam puff⁴, with his head on one side. "What do I care about Lucy? She's only a girl; she can't play at bandy."
 
"Is it the tipsy-cake, then?" said Maggie, while she leaned forward towards Tom with her eyes fixed⁶ on the knife.
 
"No, you silly; that'll be good the day after. It's the pudding. I know what the pudding's to be—apricot roll-up—oh, my buttons!"
 
With this the knife came down on the puff, and in a moment that dainty lay in two; but the result was not pleasing to Tom, and after a few moments' thought he said,—
 
"Shut your eyes, Maggie."
 
"What for?"
 
"You never mind what for. Shut 'em, when I tell you." Maggie obeyed.
 
"Now which'll you have, Maggie—right hand or left?"
 
"I'll have that with the jam run out," said Maggie, keeping her eyes shut to please Tom.
 
"Why, you don't like that, you silly. You may have it if it comes to you fair, but I shan't give it you without. Right or left?—you choose, now. Ha-a-a!" said Tom, as Maggie peeped. "You keep your eyes shut, now, else you shan't have any."
 
So Maggie shut her eyes quite close, till Tom told her to "say which," and then she said, "Left hand."
 
"You've got it," said Tom, in rather a bitter tone.
 
"What! the bit with the jam run out?"
 
"No; here, take it," said Tom firmly, handing the best piece to Maggie.
 
"Oh please, Tom, have it. I don't mind; I like the other. Please take this."
 
"No, I shan't," said Tom, almost crossly.
 
Maggie began to eat up her half puff with great relish⁷; But Tom had finished his own first, and had to look on while Maggie ate her last morsel⁸ or two without noticing that Tom was looking at her.
 
"Oh, you greedy thing!" said Tom, when she had eaten the last morsel.
 
Maggie turned quite pale. "O Tom, why didn't you ask me?"
 
"I wasn't going to ask you for a bit, you greedy. You might have thought of it without, when you knew I gave you the best bit."
 
"But I wanted you to have it—you know I did," said Maggie, in an injured tone.
 
"Yes; but I wasn't going to do what wasn't fair. But if I go halves, I'll go 'em fair—only I wouldn't be a greedy."
 
With this Tom jumped down from his bough³, and threw a stone with a "hoigh!" to Yap, who had also been looking on wistfully while the jam puff vanished.
 
Maggie sat still on her bough, and gave herself up to misery⁹. She would have given the world not to have eaten all her puff, and to have saved some of it for Tom. Not but that the puff was very nice; but she would have gone without it many times over sooner than Tom should call her greedy and be cross with her.
 
And he had said he wouldn't have it; and she ate it without thinking. How could she help it? The tears flowed so plentifully¹⁰ that Maggie saw nothing around her for the next ten minutes; then she jumped from her bough to look for Tom. He was no longer near her, nor in the paddock behind the rickyard. Where was he likely to be gone, and Yap with him?
 
Maggie ran to the high bank against the great holly¹¹-tree, where she could see far away towards the Floss. There was Tom in the distance; but her heart sank again as she saw how far off he was on his way to the great river, and that he had another companion besides Yap—naughty Bob Jakin, whose task of frightening the birds was just now at a standstill.
 
It must be owned that Tom was fond of Bob's company. How could it be otherwise? Bob knew, directly he saw a bird's egg, whether it was a swallow's, or a tom-tit's, or a yellow-hammer's; he found out all the wasps¹²' nests, and could set all sorts of traps; he could climb the trees like a squirrel, and had quite a magical power of finding hedgehogs and stoats; and every holiday-time Maggie was sure to have days of grief because Tom had gone off with Bob.
 
Well, there was no help for it. He was gone now, and Maggie could think of no comfort but to sit down by the holly, or wander lonely by the hedgerow, nursing her grief.