If you'd fallen into the river, and Harry had pulled you out, then you'd know what I mean; but I'm not at all sure that he could have done it.' Katie's perverse wickedness on this point was very nearly giving rise to another contest between the sisters.

Linda's common sense, however, prevailed, and giving up the point of Harry's prowess, she succeeded at last in getting Katie into bed.

'You know mamma will be so angry if she hears us,' said Linda, 'and I am sure you will be ill to-morrow.' 'I don't care a bit about being ill to-tomorrow; and yet I do too,' she added, after a pause, 'for it's Sunday.

It would be so stupid not to be able to go out to-morrow.' 'Well, then, try to go to sleep at once'-- and Linda carefully tucked the clothes around her sister.
'I think it shall be a purse,' said Katie.
'A purse will certainly be the best; that is, if you don't like the slippers,' and Linda rolled herself up comfortably in the bed.
'No--I don't like the slippers at all.

It shall be a purse.