The Little Girl
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- She sat on a stool, gravely watched him until he woke up, and asked the time- then looked at her.
- Don't stare so, Kezia. You look like a little brown owl.
- One day, her grandmother told her that father's birthday was next week, and suggested that she should make him a pin-cushion for a gift out of a beautiful piece of yellow silk.
- Laboriously, with a double cotton, the little girl stitched three sides but didn't have anything to fill it. On the bed-table she saw some sheets of paper. She tore them them and stuffed her case, and stitched the the fourth side.
- That night there was hue and cry in the house. Father's great speech for the Port Authority has been lost. The rooms were searched and the servants were also questioned.
- Finally mother came into Kezia's room.
- Oh yes, I tore them up for my surprise.
- Kezia, I suppose you didn't see some papers on a table in our room?
- What! Come straight down to the dining-room this instant.
- And she was dragged down to where father was pacing to and fro, hands behind his back.
- N-n-no
- Well? Did you do that?
- Mother, go up to her room and fetch the damned thing- see that the child is put to bed this instant.
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