Tibbie. A doll's flatiron an' a muslin bag of candy. I put the iron on to heat and it melted. I gave what was left to Jimmy.
Sally. Who gave them to you?
Tibbie. Off the Sunday-school tree. But there weren't no lights on it because it was daytime. Sally, I know something that has a hundred——
Sally. What's that? Let's see if you've got it now?
Tibbie [shamefacedly]. A dollar—is a hundred cents.
Sally. Well, and would I be bringing you so far just to show you a dollar? This is worth as much as a dollar, every individual one of them. Tibbie, it's just the grandest sight you ever seen—pink and blue and yellow and striped——
Tibbie [after looking her fixedly in the face, now almost shouts]. It's marbles!
Sally. Aw, but you're downright stupid, Tibbie! I don't mind telling you I'm disappointed. You're just a common, everyday sort of a young one, with no idear of grandness in your idears, at all! And you don't seem to keep a hold on more than one notion at a time. First it's a dollar. Is that pink and blue? And next it's marbles. Is marbles worth a dollar apiece? Now tell me what's the grandest, prettiest thing ever you saw——
Tibbie. ... Angels.
Sally. D'you ever see any?