put them on that way—She will punish you if you do. You must always be very careful about that."
"But who is She?" asked Marjorie, "—and did She ever punish you?"
"Why, you know who She is," said the little girl. "No. She never punished me;—but everyone says that She will."
"Are you her slave—whoever She is?" asked Marjorie.
"Why, no!" exclaimed the little girl angrily, "Of course I'm not! I am no one's slave."
"Then what right has She to punish you?" asked Marjorie.
"You don't seem to understand anything," said the little girl, getting up and walking away.
Marjorie looked after her in surprise,—and just then she noticed another little girl who was trying to pin up a long rent in her frock. Marjorie reached into her pocket for her small house-wife. "Wait a minute," she said, "I have a needle
