“Never mind! Look!——” she carefully swung the long band of green peel over her head three times, letting it fall the third. The cat pounced on it, but Mollie swept him off again.
“What is it?” cried Lettie, blushing.
“G,” said the father, winking and laughing—the mother looked daggers at him.
“It isn’t nothink,” said David naïvely, forgetting his confusion at being in the presence of a lady in his shirt. Mollie remarked in her cool way:
“It might be a ‘hess’—if you couldn’t write.”
“Or an ‘L’,” I added. Lettie looked over at me imperiously, and I was angry.
“What do you say, Emily?” she asked.
“Nay,” said Emily, “It’s only you can see the right letter.”
“Tell us what’s the right letter,” said George to her.
“I!” exclaimed Lettie, “who can look into the seeds of Time?”