1 If one girl likes another, she gives her a lime.
2 It's perfectly maddening to think of those lovely limes, sighed Amy, with the air of a martyr.
3 All flashed indignant or appealing glances at the inexorable Davis, and one passionate lime lover burst into tears.
4 Amy rose to comply with outward composure, but a secret fear oppressed her, for the limes weighed upon her conscience.
5 "Bring with you the limes you have in your desk," was the unexpected command which arrested her before she got out of her seat.
6 Now Mr. Davis had declared limes a contraband article, and solemnly vowed to publicly ferrule the first person who was found breaking the law.
7 The word 'limes' was like fire to powder, his yellow face flushed, and he rapped on his desk with an energy which made Jenny skip to her seat with unusual rapidity.'
8 It's nothing but limes now, for everyone is sucking them in their desks in schooltime, and trading them off for pencils, bead rings, paper dolls, or something else, at recess.
9 No sooner had the guest paid the usual stale compliments and bowed himself out, than Jenny, under pretense of asking an important question, informed Mr. Davis, the teacher, that Amy March had pickled limes in her desk.