"Say, what you wearin' my dress for?"
"Oh, you've got on a gold locket! Le' me see it!" Katie's fingers began pulling at the clasp.
"Oh, don't, please!" cried Polly. "I'll unfasten it for you as soon as I get the dishes done."
"I want to see it now! Mamma, shan't Polly take off her locket, and let me see it?"
"Polly, why can't you try to please you cousin, and not be so stingy with your things?"
"My hands are soapy," she apologized, "and—"
"Well, don't you know enough to wipe them?" snapped Aunt Jane. "You seem to have grown very helpless."
"Say, what are these blue stones in here?" queried Katie, turning the locket curiously.
"Turquoises," Polly answered, eyeing with fear Katie's rough handling.
"Whose picture is this?" was the next question. "Stop, you Gregory—you'll break it! Mamma, shant' he stop pulling it so?"