"Push away, Minnie! It swings nicely, don't it?"
"Yes, it's a capital swing," replied Minnie, who was almost out of breath through her labor in swinging her companion.
But Lillia kept swinging on, laughing and chatting in great glee, without once offering to give Minnie a chance to enjoy it; but whenever she failed to swing her briskly, cried out,—
"Push away, Minnie! It is capital fun!"
Minnie bore this selfish treatment a long time. But finding herself very tired, and seeing that Lillia showed no disposition to relieve her, she stopped, and began to tie on her bonnet, and to place her shawl on her shoulders.
"Where are you going, Minnie?" asked Lillia.
"I am going home," replied Minnie.
"Well, that's real hateful in you," answered the selfish Lillia. She did not seem to see that the ugliness was in her own conduct, and not in Minnie's. She had really abused her gentle companion, who had borne her selfish conduct without a word of complaint. But Minnie now thought it was time to bear this treatment no longer. So the only reply she made to Lillia's reproachful speech was to say,—
"Good by, Lillia."