Don't worry, Sylvia." "Well," said Sylvia, in a strident voice, "I'm going in and get supper, and when it's ready we'll set down and eat it.

I ain't going to wait one minute.

I'm just sick of this kind of work." Sylvia got up, and her scissors dropped again onto the step.

Henry picked them up.

"Here are your scissors," said he.
Sylvia took them and went into the house with a flounce.