"Help me set these glasses on the shelf. Don't they look good?"
"Yes'm.—Real pink, some of 'em."
"Aren't you sorry I can't give you one?"
"No'm. Yes'm. I'm tryin' to be."
"Let them alone! I never knew you so awkward. You'll break one yet,"—as the glasses tinkled together dangerously.
Again Miss Barry scrutinized the flushed face and shining eyes above the flat-chested little figure.
"Where have you been, Blanche Aurora?"
"Up in Miss Linda's room."
"What doing? You got through up there hours ago."
"She hollered to me down the stairs to come when I got through in the dinin'-room."