“Have to be done all over again,” said Charity briefly.
Hazel rose and took the dress off. Her lip quivered.
“I’d best go home,” said Charity. “There ain’t nothing I can do. Oh, Hazel won’t you catch it!”
“My mother never whips me,” said Hazel sharply.
“She ain’t like mine,” said Charity.
The bandanna was off King Solomon’s head and he crept out of the door and down the stairs to his home.
The Queen of Sheba sat on the kitchen chair with the soiled dress on her lap. Like the queen of old, “there was no more spirit in her.” She remained quite still two, three, five minutes. Then she heard her mother knock.
She opened the door, the dress in her hand, and showed the spot without speaking.
“How did it happen?” Mrs. Tyler asked.
“I was playing with Charity. It wasn’t her fault,” hastily, “she told me not to touch it, but I was the Queen of Sheba and I wanted a train. Will it have to be done all over, Mother? Charity said it would have to be done all over.”