"'Satan finds some mischief still,' &c."
Joe whisked around, holding Dot's apron at full length in imitation of a streamer.
"I wonder if she really thought I would go. Scouring and scrubbing, and washing dishes. I'd do with one meal a day first."
"She is a coarse, ill-bred woman," said Hal; "not a bit like Mrs. Kinsey."
"We will not be separated just yet," exclaimed Granny, with a sigh for the time that must come.
"And I don't mean to live out," was the emphatic rejoinder of Florence.
"My dear, you mustn't be too proud," cautioned Granny.
"It isn't altogether pride. Why should I wash dishes when I can do something better?"
"That's the grit, Flossy. I'll bet on you!"