“Injun giver!” cried Editha, looking at her sister, angrily at first and then breaking into a laugh. “Take it, if you want it. I don’t care for it.”
“Wild horses couldn’t get that thing away from her,” said Adelaide to Patty; “she’s just crazy over it.”
“I am not!” cried Editha; “it’s nothing but useless rubbish.”
“All right, then I will take it, and I’ll give it to Patty. And just you wait till I ever make you anything again, Editha Hart!”
“I won’t have to wait long,” said Editha, smiling good-naturedly once more; and then suddenly Adelaide laughed, too, and harmony was restored.
Soon Clementine Morse came.
“My brother brought me,” she explained, as she came in, “and he’s coming for me again at five o’clock.”
Patty introduced her new friend to Grandma, and then Clementine greeted the Hart girls gaily.
“Isn’t it lovely,” she exclaimed, “for you all to live in this same house together! Where you can visit each other whenever you like, without waiting for a brother to come and bring you or take you home.”
“We’d wait a long while for our brother,” said Adelaide, laughing, “and so would Patty. You’re lucky to have a brother, Clem.”