“No respectable girl would have done it I know what folks say”--
Jan boiled up. “You are a spiteful cat, Rose. I will not give you anything. Kate, what would you like to have? Choose anything on this stall; it is yours.”
“I do not wish for anything,” answered the girl timidly. Yet her eyes had ranged longingly among the treasures exposed.
“You shall have some present from me,” persisted Pooke. “Here, a dark blue silk handkerchief--the colour of your eyes.”
“I am going to have that,” exclaimed Rose. “Noah was about to take it up when you spoke. It is mine.”
“There are two, I’ll be bound,” said Jan.
“No, there are not. Get her a yellow one--the blue is mine.” Rose snatched at it.
There actually was no second of the same colour.
“Yellow becomes you best,” said Jan angrily; “you are so jealous and spiteful.”
“Jealous? of whom?”