"Roody—we mustn't!"
"Heads or tails, Rosie?"
"I—I—"
"Quick!"
"H-heads!"
"Quick now, papa's baby, open up little fist!"
"Roody, not so rough! She can't hold that big nickel."
"That's just what I want—she should let it fall."
"Roody, Roody, I hope it's tails."
The coin rolled to the bed-edge, bounced off to the floor, rolled to the zinc edge.