The Hand That Wears the Little Old Ring

Amy spoke bitterly and turned her back on the exasperating martyr at her feet. In a minute, a hand came down over the page so that she could not draw. And laurie's voice said, with the droll imitation of a penitent child, i will be good. But amy did not laugh, for she was in earnest and tapping on the outspread hand with her pencil. She asked soberly, aren't you ashamed of a hand like that? It's as soft and white as a woman's and looks as if it never did anything but wear juvin's best gloves and pick flowers for ladies. So i'm glad to see there are no diamonds or big seal