Josephine put aside the dazzling offer.
“Your gloves are prettier and you ought to wear them.”
Clarabel thought a minute, a shadow in her eyes.
“I know what,” she declared, the shadow vanishing. “You wear one glove and mitten and I’ll wear the other glove and mitten!”
“Oh!” said Josephine, with a rapturous hug, “that will be splendid!”
And thus they scampered home, the two mittened hands holding each other tight, while the two gloved hands were gaily waved high in the air with each fresh outburst of laughter from the little schoolmates.
