"That's what good little girls should do." "Oh yes, I obey very well," cried Pansy with soft eagerness, almost with boastfulness, as if she had been speaking of her piano-playing.

And then she gave a faint, just audible sigh.
Madame Merle, holding her hand, drew it across her own fine palm and looked at it.

The gaze was critical, but it found nothing to deprecate; the child's small hand was delicate and fair.

"I hope they always see that you wear gloves," she said in a moment.

"Little girls usually dislike them." "I used to dislike them, but I like them now," the child made answer.
"Very good, I'll make you a present of a dozen." "I thank you very much.