“Indeed you shall not,” replied Jessie. “She is mine and I shall not let you. Besides you said you weren’t going to call your doll Peter Pan.”
“I said I wasn’t at first.”
“This is at first.”
“No, it was at first when I said that; now it is after a while.”
Jessie turned her back on Adele and it seemed as if their last evening’s quarrel would break out afresh.
“Are you mad, Jessie?” questioned Adele.
No answer.
“Are you, Jessie?”
“Yes, I am.” The reply came in offended tones. “You know I don’t like you to make fun of Polly.”
“Then say you like me best.”