"I know you're here," she said, "and you didn't ought to come. You know what Aunty Brenny said. You was to leave Caroline alone."
"Nasty thing!" said Baby, suddenly, in abusive fashion.
Caroline said, "Hush!" but this brought Betty straight to the bed. It took her just a minute to climb and nestle down on the other side.
"How long has she been here, little pickle?" she demanded.
The wooliness had gone from Caroline's brain.
"Don't tease her, darling," she urged, and she smoothed Baby's downy cheek soothingly as she spoke.
"She is a pickle," retorted Betty. "A horrid pickle."
Caroline made haste to avert a battle.
"Watch the blind," she said, "and you will see the sunbeam fairy sail into the room."
But Betty had no use for fairies this afternoon.