Tears came into Amy's eyes. These tears Amy at length wiped away, and, straightening her face, offered the flower with stiff outstretched arm to her friend Flossie. And Flossie smilingly accepted it.
"It is kind of you, you darling!" said Flossie, and stuck the flower in an interstice of her embroidered pinafore.
Amy, gravely lacking in self-control, began to whimper again.
"That's my good little girl!" muttered Clara to her, exhibiting pride in her daughter's victory over self, and rubbed the child's eyes with her handkerchief. The parents were continually thus "bringing up" their children. Hilda pressed her lips together.
Immediately afterwards it was noticed that Flossie was no longer eating.
"I've had quite enough, thank you," said she in answer to expostulations.
"No jam, even? And you've not finished your tea!"
"I've had quite enough, thank you," said she, and folded up her napkin.
"Please, father, can we go and play in the garden now?" Bert asked.
Albert looked at his wife.