“Why, take her own wash-bowl, of course!”
“But in the fall that would be too heavy: it might hurt her badly, or it might break, and cut her.”
“So much the better.”
“No,” said Carrie, steadily: “I don’t object to her getting a little frightened and a good deal wet. She deserves that. But I shan’t go in for any thing that might hurt her.”
“Poh! poh!” exclaimed her accomplice. “There isn’t one chance in a thousand of its hitting her.”
But Carrie was resolute. Florence reflected a few minutes.
“Well, Carrie, how would a tin basin do? That couldn’t hurt her: the more’s the pity!”
“But where can you get one?”
“Oh, buy one: they are cheap.”
“But we cannot go out of the grounds ourselves, you know; and I don’t like to give such a commission to any one else.”