"Yes, Gregory, you just wait, like a good boy, till your sister's seen it; then you can take it."
Polly trembled. Her beautiful locket and chain in Gregory's dirty fingers!
"You have n't told me who this is," complained Katie.
"Burton Leonard."
"It's the kid she sung to," added the mother; "the one the paper told about."
"Oh!" cried Katie. "What big eyes he's got!" And she snapped the locket together.
"Now it's my turn!" asserted Maude, snatching the pretty thing from her sister's hand.
Gregory burst into a wail.
"Yer said I could have it next!" he lamented.
"Let him take it!" urged the mother. But Maude only clasped the chain about her own neck, and danced off to the looking-glass over the sink.