"I won't be selfish, Mary," Christopher said.

"You invented the game, and you told me about them.

You shall have them in water on your dressing-table; they might get lost in the nursery.

Bessy is always throwing things out.

To-morrow I shall go and look for galligaskins." I was too glad to keep them from Bessy's observation, as well as her unparalleled powers of destruction, which I knew well.