Charlotte Carroll was entering, dragging her unwilling little brother after her.
"Come," said she again.

She did not seem to regard Anderson at all.
She held her brother's arm with a firm grip of her little, nervous white hand.

"Now," said she to him, "you pick up every one of those molasses-peppermint drops, every single one." The boy wriggled defiantly, but she held to him with wonderful strength.
"Right away," she repeated, "every single one." "Let me go, then," growled the boy, angrily.

"How can I pick them up when you are holding me this way ?" The girl with a swift motion swung to the office door in the faces of the two clerks, the grinning roundness of the younger, and the half-abstracted bewilderment of the elder.

Then she placed her back against it, and took her hand from her brother's arm.