"Oh, Polly-Wog, what shall I do to make you pay up for this?"
"The jar? Did it cost so awfully much?"
"The jar you gave me when I came in, I thought you were in a trance! I had a wild notion to lose no time in bringing the doctor!"
She glanced ruefully at the broken vase.
"I was just wondering if it could be pieced together again—"
"Before the ogre got back?"
Alene perched herself on the arm of his chair with one arm around his shoulders.
"You're more like a fairy godmother—father, I mean."
"How did the terrible accident occur?"
"I picked it up to admire it and my hand got sort o' dizzy and let it fall."