The Governess

Hello, Nan!
Heyo, Ruthie!
Where are you going?
Over to Reid's lot.
Take me?
No, Ruthie, can't.
The little child's lip began to tremble. I think you're real mean, Nan Cutler, she complained.
Nan shook her head. Can't help it if you do, she returned, stoutly, and took a step on.
Nannie, cried the child eagerly, starting after her and clutching her by the skirt, I didn't mean that! Truly, I didn't. I think you're just as nice as you can be. Do please let me go with you. Won't you?
Nan compressed her lips. Now, Ruth, look here, she said after a moment, in which she stood considering, I'd take you in a minute if I could but the truth is—oh, you're too little.