“You will see,” she said.
“That’s what they all say,” said Tina; “and I should think I did see.”
The little girl laughed, and said: “I had better not tell you what is coming, but you have been with the Flower Children long enough;” and saying this, she touched Tina with the rose, and in another moment she was on the other side of the wall.
The ground was rough and stony, and hard to walk upon.
“This isn’t a bit nice,” said she. “You might have taken a better path.”
“You can’t expect to have things always pleasant,” said the little girl. “Remember, this is where you threw the fan.”
Tina was silent, and went on stumbling over the rocks.
They soon came to a muddy ditch; the little girl sprang over it, and stood on the other side waiting for Tina; but although she tried and tried, she could not get over it.
“What am I to do?” she said.
“Say you are sorry you threw the fan over the wall,” said the little girl.