"Sally!" It was Mom, appearing in the doorway of the parlor. "You leave the gentleman alone." She went off again.
"Yes," Sol said. "Please let me get dressed. If you don't mind." The girl didn't move. "What time is it?"
"Dunno," Sally shrugged. "I like poached eggs. They're my favorite eggs in the whole world."
"That's good," Sol said desperately. "Now why don't you be a good girl and eat your poached eggs. In the kitchen."
"Ain't ready yet. You going to stay for breakfast?"
"I'm not going to do anything until you get out of here."
She put the end of a pigtail in her mouth and sat down on the chair opposite. "I went to the palace last night. They had an exelution."
"Please," Sol groaned. "Be a good girl, Sally. If you let me get dressed, I'll show you how to take your thumb off."
"Oh, that's an old trick. Did you ever see an exelution?"
"No. Did you ever see a little girl with her hide tanned?"