"Oh, they think they might get to like luxury!"
She said this with an air of scorn, such as children use towards ideas of their elders which strike them as absurd.
"But they don't get to like luxury," I hazarded.
"As if they would! Fancy liking to be always changing your clothes, and having to keep them clean![17] Why, they tease me about it, and offer to take away my toys!"
"Take away your toys!"
"Just as if I were really the child of rich parents, and they had to be charitable to me!"
"But don't you like having toys of your own, Mollie?"
"Not too many of them. Think of the rich little children whose nurses make them play with hundreds of dolls, when they only want to play with one! and are always telling them how sad the doll-makers would be if they saw them crying at having to play with the dolls they had taken such pains to make!"
She said this in imitation of a nurse's rebuke, of which she had evidently had experience.