rich it would be ridiculous.”
“Perhaps Sara will be so rich that she will be ridiculous,” giggled Jessie.
“She’s ridiculous without being rich,” Lavinia sniffed.
“I believe you hate her,” said Jessie.
“No, I don’t,” snapped Lavinia. “But I don’t believe in mines full of diamonds.”
“Well, people have to get them from somewhere,” said Jessie. “Lavinia,” with a new giggle, “what do you think Gertrude says?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure; and I don’t care if it’s something more about that everlasting
room. That’s why she likes it so. She lies on it and strokes its head, and talks to it as if it was a cat.”
“She’s always doing something silly,” snapped Lavinia. “My mamma says that way of hers of pretending things is silly. She says she will grow up eccentric.”
It was quite true that Sara was never