She began untying the bonnet strings.
"Sha'n't you ?" repeated Rose, breathlessly.
"No, I sha'n't." Charlotte took the bonnet off and smoothed the creases carefully out of the strings.
"If I were you," Rose cried out, "I'd feel like tearing that bonnet to pieces!" Charlotte replaced it in the bandbox, and began unfastening her dress.
"I don't see how you can bear the sight of them.

I don't believe I could bear them in the house!" Rose cried out again.

"I would put that dress in the rag-bag if it was mine!" Her cheeks burned and her eyes were quite fierce upon the dress as Charlotte slipped it off and it fell to the floor in a rustling heap around her.
"I don't see any sense in losing everything you have ever had because you haven't got anything now," Charlotte returned, in a stern voice.
She laid the shining silk gown carefully on the bed, and put on her cotton one again.

Her face was quite steady.
Rose watched her with the same sharp question in her eyes.

"You know you and Barney will make it up," she said, at length.
"No, I don't," returned Charlotte.