“What do you have for dinner?”
“Boiled beef and potatoes, bread and butter and jam, and a pudding. Then the older ones tramp off to school again and Jinny takes her nap.”
“I hate naps.”
“Jinny doesn’t. She likes them. She knows they make her strong and sweet-tempered and pretty.”
“Would naps make me pretty?”
“I think so. Everybody is pretty who has pink cheeks, and a kind expression, don’t you think so?”
“Max hasn’t a kind expression; she’s cross”—quickly.
“But she has lovely skin, all pink and white.”
“I think you’re prettier than Max. Then what does Jinny do next?”