"Good gracious, is that what you girls dry your eyes on?"
He took it, and looked at it very coldly and critically.
"Thank you," he said calmly.
"Oh, Cuthbert," she exclaimed with round eyes, "you won't keep it, will you?"
"I shall return it to the owner some day, when she deserves it," said the hero of yesterday, with a number of pauses between each phrase.
"Don't say a word, chucky, will you not?"
"I won't," said Elma honourably, yet deeply puzzled.
Imaginary people were the best companions after all. They did exactly what one expected them to do.
It seemed rather selfish that Cuthbert should hang on to the handkerchief. But of course they would never have even seen it had it not been for the accident.
She surrendered all ownership at the thought, and then gladly poured tea for the domineering Cuthbert.