"Come along, Alfy," said Maggie; "I've got something to show you."
Alfy, still persisted that "he didn't want to," and walked straight into the other room.
"Alfy," said Christina firmly, "come at once, as I told you."
Alfy held on by the table, and looked determined not to give in.
Christina took no more notice, but closing the door upon him, went up with Ada to take off their things.
"Do you often have him troublesome?" asked Ada, noticing a shade upon Christina's usually calm face.
"Yes; he is very difficult to manage; but I have found out now what to do when he is naughty. I take no notice of him at all."
"Does he care for that?" asked Ada.
"Oh, dear, yes, in the end. But it always makes me sorrowful when they are naughty, so you must not mind, Ada."
"Is Maggie ever tiresome?"