“Homme or femme this morning?”
“Homme,” said Verbeena decidedly, “excepting that after I’ve got my long boots on and everything, you can go into that third trunk to the right and pass me a hatpin.”
“There!” said Verbeena stamping into one boot heartily. “There,” said she stamping into the other. “Now, Hulda the hatpin.”
She saw that Hulda watched her suspiciously as she handed up the weapon.
“That will be all,” said Verbeena.
But Hulda held on.
“Out you go,” said the proud captive brusquely.
“But——” Hulda still watched to see what disposition Verbeena meant to make of the hatpin.
“Off with you,” repeated Verbeena. “What? Now, then, will you go!”