Elsie hastily attempted to conceal the purse by thrusting it into
her pocket, but it was too late, for Enna had seen it, and running
toward her, cried out, "Now, Elsie, just give that to me!"

"No, Enna," replied Elsie, mildly, "I cannot let you have it,
because it is for Miss Rose."

"I will have it," exclaimed the child, resolutely, "and if you
don't give it to me at once I shall just go and tell mamma."

"I will let you take it in your hand a few moments to look at it,
if you will be careful not to soil it, Enna," said Elsie, in the
same gentle tone; "and if you wish, I will get some more silk and
beads, and make you one just like it; but I cannot give you this,
because I would not have time to make another for Miss Rose."

"No, I shall just have that one; and I shall have it to keep,"
said Enna, attempting to snatch it out of Elsie's hand.

But Elsie held it up out of her reach, and after trying several
times in vain to get it, Enna left the room, crying and screaming
with passion.

Chloe locked the door, saying, "Great pity, darlin', we forgot to
do dat 'fore Miss Enna came. I'se 'fraid she gwine bring missus
for make you gib um up."

Elsie sat down to her work again, but she was very pale, and her
little hands trembled with agitation, and her soft eyes were full
of tears.