"Not it."
"Do you feel those stounds in your head again?"
"No, no, I tell you there is nothing the matter with me."
"Have you a pain in your side?"
"Really, it's most provoking I canna put my hand to my side without your thinking I have a pain there."
"You have a pain in your side!"
"I might have a pain in my side."
"And you are trying to hide it! Is it very painful?"
"It's—it's no so bad but what I can bear it."
Which of these two gave in first I cannot tell, though to me fell the duty of persuading them, for whichever she was she rebelled as soon as the other showed signs of yielding, so that sometimes I had two converts in the week, but never both on the same day. I would take them separately, and press the one to yield for the sake of the other, but they saw so easily through my artifice. My mother might go bravely to my sister and say, "I have been thinking it over, and I believe I would like a servant fine—once we got used to her."
"Did he tell you to say that?" asks my sister sharply.
"I say it of my own free will."
"He put you up to it, I am sure, and he told
