"Who made all these colored crayon marks on the parlor wall paper?"
"Mamma," replied Frances, "did you know that Mrs. Dicer called to see you while you were out?"
"Frances, I want to know who put all those marks on the parlor wall."
"Mamma, I think some of the little girls on this street are very bad. Lucy Bunting ran off with my doll."
"Frances, I don't want to discuss Lucy Bunting. I want to know who made all those dreadful marks, and spoiled the wall paper."
"Mamma, you ought to have seen my little kitty run up the tree just before you came home. She went almost to the top."
"I don't care anything about the kitty, Frances. What I want to know is about this paper in the parlor, which is covered with red and yellow marks."
"Mamma, what do you think would be a nice birthday present for papa?"
"Now, Frances, listen to me! Who made those marks on the parlor wall?"
"Oh, mamma," sobbed Frances, "why do you keep talking about the parlor wall paper when you see me trying so hard to change the subject?"