"Now, you'll be sure she don't touch anything, Sally," said Miss Catherine, looking Tibbie over.
"Naw! She won't hurt anything. I've told her I'll skin her if she does."
"Are her hands clean? You'd better give them a wash, anyhow."
Tibbie dropped her eyes, a little mortified.
"All right! I'll wash 'em," said Sally.
"She'd better scrape her boots thoroughly on the mat, too, before going up."
"I'll look after all that, Miss Catherine. Just you go long with an easy mind."
"Well, I'm off. I won't be long. Why don't you give her a piece of that cake? It's cut. But make her eat it down here. Good-night, little girl. I guess you never was in a house like this before. Good-night, Sal. Is my hat on straight?"
She was gone, and the whole house now belonged to Sally and Tibbie. They looked at each other in silence a moment; the glee they felt came shining to the surface of their faces and made them grin broadly at each other.
"She's particular, ain't she?" said Sally.