Still Zora appeared to be unimpressed with the heinousness of her fault.
"Did you make that pin?" she asked.
"No, but it is mine."
"Why is it yours?"
"Because it was given to me."
"But you don't need it; you've got four other prettier ones—I counted."
"That makes no difference."
"Yes it does—folks ain't got no right to things they don't need."
"That makes no difference, Zora, and you know it. The pin is mine. You stole it. If you had wanted a pin and asked me I might have given you—"
The girl blazed.