Jenny. O, isn't she a darling! (They all crowd round Sissy, take off her bonnet, kiss and hug her.) Isn't she splendid?
Bessie. I'll take the pail, little girl.
Sissy. (Putting pail behind her.) Yith marm; I geth not. My mother thed I muthn't give it to nobody but Mith Peath.
Bessie. Well, take off the cover, little girl. The pickles will spoil.
Sissy. I geth not. My mother's pickleth never thpoil.
Jenny. The little plague! Say, Sissy; do you like candy?
Sissy. Candy? Merlatheth candy?
Jenny. Yes.
Sissy. Ith it pulled?