Kit held it up in delight. It was exactly to her liking, and she said laughingly the little, childish formula of party days:
| "Heavy, heavy hangs over your head, |
| What shall the owner do to redeem it?" |
"Are you going to eat all those apples, Kit?" asked Doris, her curly rumpled hair showing over the top of the hammock, and Kit tucked away her service charm against the day of its redemption.