“Don’t you?”
The boy was attentive to her. She took off her little black bonnet.
“No. I think he can’t make any money — well, it’s everybody’s cry alike nowadays — and it makes him disagreeable.”
“It would ME,” said Paul.
“Well, one can’t wonder at it. And he let me have —how much do you think he let me have THIS for?”
She took the dish out of its rag of newspaper, and stood looking on it with joy.
“Show me!” said Paul.
The two stood together gloating over the dish.
“I LOVE cornflowers on things,” said Paul.