"Nonsense, Hilda!"
"Well, I can't describe my feelings any better to you. One has to be blind to understand these things. Where are we now, Janet?"
"In Mr. Schwartz's study. It is decorated in dark red."
"Dark again!" Hilda shuddered. "I don't like dark. Where is the desk?"
"Just before the window, where the light falls strongest."
"Lead me to it, Janet."
Janet obeyed, and Hilda ran her fingers along the top of the desk. Then she made a discovery. "Papa has left his keys," she cried. "Now, I shall open all the drawers and take away the keys, just to punish him for being careless."
"Oh, Hilda, don't do that. He might not like it."
"Yes, he will. Papa Schwartz is never angry at what I do."
"The more reason not to abuse his kindness."