and the large peanuts in Polly's cage looked so very inviting that she couldn't resist the temptation of fishing one out, Mrs. Polly's sharp eyes watching her fingers and trying to give them a nip, although she wouldn't have had the heart to hurt Posy in spite of her annoyance.
"What do you want, Posy?" asked Mamma, who had stopped talking as soon as the little girl appeared.
"Miss Pompadour is going to be married," said Posy, "and her wants a nice handkerchief with pretty lace on it."
Mamma agreed to let her have the handkerchief provided she would return it, and told Posy where she could find it; but Posy still lingered, much to Mrs. Polly's vexation, for the interesting conversation that Posy had interrupted would not be resumed as long as she remained in the room.
"Her wants a fan too," said Posy.
