Sissy, putting her jackstones in her pocket and rising emulatively.
Unconcernedly she pulled her jackstones out of her pocket, and soon their regular click-clock and the deft thump of her small, fat fist was all that was heard in the room.
Calmly and skilfully Sissy finished the "devil on a stump," the last of those ornamental additions the complexities of which appeal to experts in the game; then she gathered up her beloved jackstones and got to her feet.
Sissy, whom she had nearly walked over as she sat playing jackstones in the hall.
Only she's lost herjackstones and I can't find mine.