“You can’t stop me. You’d better keep quiet, you old pig!”
Betty was so startled that she moved back. Her arm struck her bowl of milk, and the milk spilled out, all over the table.
Part of it spilled down into her lap.
Then Clematis began to cry. When Miss Rose sent her away from the table, and up to her bed, she went willingly.
She was glad to get away from the other children.
Miss Rose saw how sad she was, and knew how naughty Betty had been, so she did not punish her.
“I am very sorry you have not learned to behave more politely, Clematis. Perhaps this will be a lesson to you.”
That was all she said before Clematis went to bed, but Clematis cried quietly a long, long time.
She felt that she had made every one look at her, right in front of Mrs. Snow. What would Mrs. Snow think of her now?