But upon the day of her nurse's departure, all her old doubts and fears came bank.
Connie was promoted to be her maid, and on the following day, her governess was to arrive. Poor little Christina clung to her nurse as if she could never let her go.
"What shall I do when you're gone!" she cried again and again, and Nurse did not reassure her, for she felt aggrieved by her dismissal.
Puggy came into the nursery and found Christina sitting on the floor in floods of tears.
"I didn't know you were a cry-baby!" he remarked scornfully.
Christina looked up, the picture of woe.
"Nurse has gone, and I can't bear to be without her."
"A good riddance. She wouldn't let me bring my football in here. Now I shall do it. I say, dry up, Tina, and I tell you what we'll do, we'll dress up in sheets and go up to our den, and come down and pop out upon the maids like ghosts. They'll be awfully frightened."
"No," said Christina, drying her eyes. "I couldn't pretend to be a ghost. I'm too frightened of them. And I wouldn't like to frighten other people."
"Well, we'll have a game of cricket in the passage. Come on! And when your governess comes to-morrow, let me see her first. I'll tell her what sort we mean her to be."