The child shook her head again.
“It’s a shame!” cried Ann. “Why Jinny gets kissed a hundred times a day by everybody.”
“Who’s Jinny?”
“My little sister, who is your age.”
“Where is she?”
“In my home, up in Vermont.”
“What does she do?”
“Sit down, and I’ll tell you about her.”
Isabelle promptly sat down on the floor beside Ann.