"Not unless they are made."
"I didn't try—truly, I didn't!" Hecla's forehead was all over crinkles.
"No, dear. But did you try not?"
Hecla was not sure. She brought the handkerchief to her aunt, and stood waiting while Miss Storey put on her glasses. But you must not suppose for a moment that Hecla stood still and upright, like a soldier. Nothing of the sort! First she balanced herself on one leg, and then she balanced herself on the other; now she clasped her hands behind her back, and then she stretched them high over her head; next, she gave a skip, and pranced round to the back of Miss Storey's chair.
"Stand still."
Hecla said "Yes," and danced back.
"It is not badly done. One more side, and Elisabeth shall take you out."
That brought another prance. "Oh, I do like going out, and I love going with Elisabeth."
"But you must do as Elisabeth tells you."
"Oh yes, of course, auntie."