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She was the run out weed of it , but still , at times , the old colors of the blossom were evident . She turned to Maria . `` If , '' said she , `` your ma sent her out with this young one , I do n't see why you went to pullin ' her hair fur ? '' `` I gave her a whole half-pound of chocolates , '' returned Maria , in a fine glow of indignation , `` if she would let me push the baby till four o'clock , and it is n't four o'clock yet . '' `` It ai n't more than half-past three , '' said Gladys . `` Shet up ! '' said her mother .