"We'll go. It isn't much fun to play with you when you can only hobble and crawl!" said Freda angrily.
Dreamikins' blue eyes sparkled dangerously.
"You're two big babies with a nurse. No wonder she whips you and puts you in the corner. You want smacking now. Go home and tell her to do it. I hate you! I'll never play with you again as long as I live!"
She burst into a storm of sobs, and ran back to Fibo for comfort.
Freda and Daffy ran away down the garden as fast as they could, and crept out of the little door. They felt guilty, and were ashamed of themselves. It was their first quarrel.
"She's too ordering," said Freda; "she always thinks herself better and cleverer than us!"
"Yes," said Daffy quietly; "but I s'pose she is more clever. We don't make up stories half so well as she does. And we oughtn't to have found fault with her broken leg!"
"She's so aggerrating!" said Freda. "Now she'll make Fibo angry with us, and I love Fibo!"
"We'll tell him we're sorry when we go to lessons," said Daffy.
Nothing put Daffy out. But Freda's ruffled feathers took some time smoothing down, and it was not till she had slept over it that she was able to acknowledge herself in the wrong.