“Well, but if it isn’t mine? It ISN’T mine, I’m sure.”
“Therefore also if it can’t be Tishy’s—”
“The thing’s simple enough—it’s mother’s.”
“‘Simple’?” Vanderbank laughed. “I like you! And may I ask if you’ve read the remarkable work?”
“Oh yes.” Then she wonderfully said: “For Tishy.”
“To see if it would do?”
“I’ve often done that,” the girl returned.
“And she takes your word?”
“Generally. I think I remember she did that time.”
“And read the confounded thing?”