"Oh, I never will, I never will, Sophie!" cried Bunny, "but do say you won't tell. I couldn't bear to see Frisk sent away."
"Well, well, don't cry any more," said Sophie good-naturedly. "Be a good enfant, and I will say not anything about it."
"Oh! you dear, darling Sophie, I'll be so good, so good!" cried the little girl, "I'll be so good that you'll never have to scold me any more."
"Ma foi, what a change that will be!" cried Sophie, "if you get so good as all that I will send for the doctor."
"For the doctor!" exclaimed Bunny in surprise. "Why would you send for him?"
"Good gracious, mademoiselle, because I will surely think you are ill if you get to be an angel like that; but I am very certain I shall have to scold you many times before this evening comes."
"Very likely, Sophie, but still I'm good now," said Bunny with a merry little laugh, and as the maid gave the last touch to her hair, the last pull to her sash, she ran out of the nursery and away to her mama with whom she always had her breakfast.
Bunny was in a wild state of excitement all that day, and Sophie and Miss Kerr found it very hard to keep her in order and prevent her disturbing her mama, who was not well, and could not bear much noise.
"Oh, dear, how long the day is! How long the day is!" she cried over and over again. "I don't think evening will ever come, Miss Kerr, I don't, indeed."
"It will come fast enough, Bunny dear, if you will only have patience. Try and forget that you are expecting anything to happen."