“What?”
“Why, that pin-cushion for one thing—oh! it’s a beauty—and that tidy. May I have the pin-cushion and the tidy, Paulie—the purple pin-cushion and the red tidy? May I?”
“No.”
“May Aunt Sophy have them?”
“Don’t be silly.”
“May anybody have them?”
“They’re mine.”
“How did you get them?”
“That’s my affair.”
“You didn’t get them from me, nor from any of the other girls—I can go round and ask them if you like, but I know you didn’t—nor from father, nor from Aunt Sophy, nor from Betty, nor from John, nor from any of the new servants. Who gave them to you?”