"Adheres?"—with a kind of wondering stare.
"Sticks!" exclaimed Lottie, in a peculiar tone.
"I wasn't talking to you," said the girl, rather gruffly.
Lottie tossed her head with a world of scorn, and moved a little lower down to speak to some stylish friends that she saw coming.
"Thinks she's dre'dful fine!" continued the girl. "You find them things in the woods. I have lots of 'em, but I never thought o' puttin' them up anywheres. I've some a good deal bigger 'n any you have here."
She was referring to the lichens now.
"They must be very fine," said Kathie.
"Some of 'em are pinky, and all streaked, in rows like this. Don't you s'pose I could put 'em up? And I know Jim'd make me some fine things to stick the moss on. He's powerful handy with tools. Means to be a carpenter."
She was a nice, wholesome-looking girl of fifteen or thereabout. Kathie wished that she dared to correct her words and sentences a little.
"You might make your parlor or your own room look very pretty with some of these adornments," she remarked, with quiet interest.