"Well I'd just like to have you tell me then, how I'm to get Judy Bartholomew out of my greenhouse!"
"How did you get her in?" asked his mother.
"I went into partnership with her."
"And I ask, why?"
"Because she had money, mamma; and I wanted the greenhouse in order; and Pink wouldn't."
"Couldn't"—said Matilda. She did not feel like using many words just then.
"Pink, mamma, is the very worst person in the world about having her own way."
"And the very best person in the world about being sick."
"How, mamma?" said Matilda. "I haven't done anything at all but lie still and be taken care of."
"Mamma, she looks pale; and her voice sounds thin; aren't you going to give her something to strengthen her up?"