But Barbara wanted to _look_ so I said we'd just _peep_, but that we weren't to touch anything, and then Barbara couldn't help it, really; her shoulder just brushed the shelf----" and still as she looked there was in her eyes that strange irony: "Well, now you see me as I am--I'm bored by all this pretending.

It's gone on long enough.

Are you going to give me away ?" But Barbara could do nothing.

Her whole world was there, like the Nankin vase, smashed about her feet, as it never, never would be again.
"So you did this, Barbara ?" Mrs.Flint said.
"Yes," said Barbara.

Then she began to cry.
VI At home she was sent to bed.