"No, I don't; I call myself a good-natured lump of a girl."
"Well, perhaps you are; but to pawn one's things! Do you mean that I will never see them again?"
"Oh, yes; whenever you like to return the money. They'll be kept safe enough for you. If you don't return the money, of course, they belong to the pawnbroker; but you have lots of time to think of that. Look here, I'll pawn them for a month; that will give you heaps of time to look round."
"So it will," said Kitty. "And are you quite, quite certain that I shall have the money to-night?"
"Oh, yes, if you won't talk so much, only act. Now, then, open your wardrobe."
Kitty unlocked the door of the mahogany wardrobe which she shared with
Alice, and Carrie began to pull her choice little garments about.
Kitty went and stood by the window.
"Don't you want to know what I am taking?" said Carrie. "Don't you want to make a selection?"
"No; I'll leave it all to you. I can't bear to see them. Take—take what you want."
"Goodness, what a girl!" thought Carrie to herself. "Here's an opportunity for me."