her clean, delicious dumpiness, appeared in the doorway. If there
is one thing more delicious than a grubby Sara, it is a clean
Sara. Sara after gardening is delicious, but Sara clean is
assuredly the cleanest thing on God's earth. I have never seen a
child look so new, and so straight out of tissue-paper, as Sara
can look. She stared solemnly at her Aunt Woggles, and then
proceeded to walk away in the opposite direction, which was an
invitation on her part to me to follow and snatch her up in my
arms. She bore the hug stoically for a reasonable time, and then
said, "Oo 'urt."

I realized, with the agony of remorse, that a very large aunt can
by means of a brooch inflict exquisite torture on a very small
niece.

She wriggled herself free and began to rearrange her ruffled
garments. "Yaya's got noo soos," she announced; "ved vuns."

"No, blue, darling," I said.

"Ved," said Sara.

"No, sweetest, blue," I repeated in a somewhat professional but
wholly affectionate manner.

"Ved," said Sara with great decision; so I gave it up.

"Sara always thinks blue is red," said Betty; "don't you,
darling?"