She took up the pin-cushion and examined it all over. She then laid it down again. She next took up the tidy, turned it from side to side, and placed it, with a sigh of distinct desire, beside the pin-cushion.

“They’s quite beautiful, ain’t they?�?said Pen. “I’ll give them to you if you will——�?

“Here’s some things,�?she said. “Here’s two nice things 129for a nice body. What will that nice body give for these nice things?�?

“Palefy me. Make me sort of refined. Take the color out of me. Bleach me—that’s it. I want to go to the seaside. Pale people go; rosy people don’t. I want to be awful pale by to-night. How can it be done? It’s more genteel to be pale.�?

“That don’t matter a bit. Don’t you ask any questions and you will hear no lies. I will give them to you, and nobody and nothing shall ever take them from you again, if you do something for me.�?

“What is it, Miss Pen?�?

“What is it, Miss Pen?�?

“They’s quite beautiful, ain’t they?�?said Pen. “I’ll give them to you if you will——�?

“Here’s some things,�?she said. “Here’s two nice things 129for a nice body. What will that nice body give for these nice things?�?

“Now what is it, Miss Penelope? For goodness�?sake, miss, get out of this. Your aunt would be flabbergasted to see you here.�?

“What is it, Miss Pen?�?

For response Pen planted down in front of Betty the orange-colored tidy and the chocolate-red pin-cushion.

“Palefy me. Make me sort of refined. Take the color out of me. Bleach me—that’s it. I want to go to the seaside. Pale people go; rosy people don’t. I want to be awful pale by to-night. How can it be done? It’s more genteel to be pale.�?

“Here’s some things,�?she said. “Here’s two nice things 129for a nice body. What will that nice body give for these nice things?�?

“Will you, Betty—will you? And will you be awful quick about it.�?

For response Pen planted down in front of Betty the orange-colored tidy and the chocolate-red pin-cushion.

She took up the pin-cushion and examined it all over. She then laid it down again. She next took up the tidy, turned it from side to side, and placed it, with a sigh of distinct desire, beside the pin-cushion.

“You will give them to me?�?said Betty. “But where did you get them from?�?

She took up the pin-cushion and examined it all over. She then laid it down again. She next took up the tidy, turned it from side to side, and placed it, with a sigh of distinct desire, beside the pin-cushion.

“My word�?said Betty, “they’re natty.�?

“What is it, Miss Pen?�?

“Them’s my taste,�?she said. “I like those sort of fixed colors. I can’t abide the wishy-washy tastes of the present day.�?

“Will you, Betty—will you? And will you be awful quick about it.�?

She took up the pin-cushion and examined it all over. She then laid it down again. She next took up the tidy, turned it from side to side, and placed it, with a sigh of distinct desire, beside the pin-cushion.

“Now what is it, Miss Penelope? For goodness�?sake, miss, get out of this. Your aunt would be flabbergasted to see you here.�?

“My word�?said Betty, “they’re natty.�?

“What’s that, Miss Pen?�?

“What’s that, Miss Pen?�?

“My word�?said Betty, “they’re natty.�?