Just drop me into her hand.
In Nettie’s radiant face and tear-filled eyes Judith found the appreciation for which her soul thirsted.
“That’s lovely,” exclaimed Nettie, “may I keep it and learn it?”
“Of course you may. I’ll copy it for you.”
“And I’ll say it in the night if I cannot go to sleep. How much I’ve had in one day. The lilies and the red apple. Don’t you believe that if you can’t go out and get things they always come?”
“But part of the fun is going out to get them,” said Judith, and then, in quick penitence, “but it must be so lovely to have them come to you.”
“Agnes Trembly came yesterday to make me a new blue wrapper; I like to have her sew here with me. Her mother is blind and that is harder than my lot. Agnes said she wished she was a queen. But I never thought of that.”
“Now I’ll tell you a story. There is a little girl somewhere who is a queen, and sometimes she has to sit in state and receive people, and do other queenly things. One day when she was playing with her dolls, what do you think she said?”
“What?” asked Nettie, her face beaming.
“If you are naughty again, I will make you a queen.”