"Well, if it had, I'd cut 'em off," said Floretta, "so she couldn't hold 'em."
"You wouldn't if she lived at your house," said Arabella.
Floretta, in spite of her boldness, was more than half convinced.
"Well,—perhaps I wouldn't," she said. "Why, what are you taking?"
"Pills," said Arabella, counting out six very pink pills from a little bottle, and taking them, then making a horrid face.
"You don't look sick," said Floretta, "but you're taking medicine."
"Aunt Matilda says these are for my color," was the answer.
"You haven't any; you're pale as a sheet," said Floretta.
"That's why I take them," said Arabella, "and look! I've got some green ones I take," and six green pills followed the pink ones.
"Why, what are those for?" gasped Floretta. "Ought you to take two kinds at the same time?"