and show Grandma what you're wearing. Grandma would love to kiss that sweet, dear little mouth if it wasn't all painted up, and that little cheek too if it wasn't all painted up with nasty paint. Don't you want to run and wash your face like a good little girl?"
"No," replied Sara.
"Suppose," said her Grandmother, "that it should stick all the time and that you could never wash it off."
"But it doesn't," said Sara, "it comes off as easy, as easy. You let me paint you a mustache and then you wash your face, and you'll see how it comes off."
"I wouldn't paint my face like that," said Mrs. Marcey. "I wouldn't like to look horrid. Do wash your face to please Grandma."
Sara put her head on one side and looked at her Grandmother with coquettish eyes and shook her head. Her Grandmother felt for her pocketbook.
"I'll give you five"
Here Alice put out a protesting hand. "Please, Mother," she begged, "Tom and I don't believe in bribing children with money to do things."
"Hoighty-toighty!" replied the older lady. Here Sara leaned against her Grandmother's knee with affection.
"Say it again," she begged, "Say it again, please."
"Say what again, child? Mercy, Alice, she's a fright!"
"Just what you said to Mama," pleaded Sara, ignoring her Grandmother's remark.
"She means 'Hoighty-toighty,'" said Alice.
"That's a funny word," cried Sara. "Hoighty-toighty! Hoighty-toighty!" She hopped up and down, clapping her hands. "When Robert is a bad boy and when he makes me stick out my tongue at him I sha'n't
