"Delight," she said, wanting to get it over as soon as possible, "I've killed all four of your goldfish!"
"On purpose?" said Delight, still sleepy and uncomprehending.
"No, of course not. It was an accident. I just laid them on the table while I cleaned the aquarium, and they fainted away and staid fainted. I guess they must have been sick before."
"No, they weren't. They were awfully frisky yesterday. I think you're real mean, Marjorie."
"I'm awful sorry, Delight, truly I am. But I'm 'most sure Father will let me give you other fish to make up for them."
"But they won't be the same fish."
"No, of course not. But we'll get prettier ones."
"Oh, no, you needn't get any fish at all. I'd rather have a kitten."
"Oh, I can get you a kitten easily enough. James always knows where to get them. What color do you want?"
"Gray; Maltese, you know. Will he get it to-day?"