"She knows whose beads they are," laughed Jean.
"I can't teach her a single Christian virtue," sighed Mrs. Crane. "There isn't one unselfish hair in that child's head."
"She's too young," encouraged Bettie. "All babies are little savages."
"Not Anne Halliday," said Jean, who fairly worshiped her small cousin.
"That's different," said Marjory. "Anne was born with manners."
"The little Tuckers weren't," soothed Bettie. "Rosa Marie will be generous enough in time."
"I wish I could believe it," sighed Mrs. Crane.
"Hi, hi! What's all this racket?" cried Mr. Black from the doorway. "Is Rosa Marie doing all that talking? Get your things on quick, all of you, and come for a ride with me."
"A ride!" exclaimed Mrs. Crane. "What in?"