“Well, that,” said Lucy, “is because I have got so many things.”
“Then I would not have so many things;—at least I would not keep them all in my treasury.”
“Well, Miss Anne, if you would only keep some of them for me,—then I could keep the rest in order.”
“What sort of things should you wish me to keep?”
“Why, my best things,—my tea-set, I am sure, so that I shall not lose any more of them; I have lost some of them now—one cup and two saucers; and the handle of the pitcher is broken. Royal broke it. He said he would pay me, but he never has.”
“How was he going to pay you?”
“Why, he said he would make a new nose for old Margaret. Her nose is all worn off.”
“A new nose! How could he make a new nose?” asked Miss Anne.
“O, of putty. He said he could make it of putty, and stick it on.”
“Putty!” exclaimed Miss Anne. “What a boy!”