“I—I used them.”
“Used them?—what for?”
“For—silk ravellings.”
“Silk ravellings?—what on earth do you mean?”
“We keep them in our Geographies and Grace Dart had the most colors—and you wouldn’t give me any old ribbons—so I used them.”
“Jane Morton, what are you talking about?”
“Jane Morton” looked out the window and squirmed uneasily. “I just told you,” she said pettishly.
“Bring your Geography here!”
Chicken Little obeyed and Mrs. Morton hastily opened it. About every third page revealed cloud-like fluffs of silk ravellings in all the colors of the rainbow. The entire Geography was so occupied as an album for these delectable bits of color that it was difficult to see how it could be used for study purposes.
“Well, I never!” Mrs. Morton regarded all ejaculations as unladylike, but the occasion seemed to require emphasis.