“Where’s her shoes and stockings?” asked Jerry of Una.
“She gave them to Lida Marsh.”
“Lida Marsh? What for?”
“Because Lida had none—and her feet were so cold. And now she wants to be sick so that she won’t have to go to church to-morrow and wear her striped stockings. But, Jerry, she may die.”
“Faith,” said Jerry, “get off that ice-bank or I’ll pull you off.”
“Pull away,” dared Faith.