FLAXIE FRIZZLE.
Her name was Mary Gray, but they called her Flaxie Frizzle. She had light curly hair, and a curly nose. That is, her nose curled up at the end a wee bit, just enough to make it look cunning.
What kind of a child was she?
Well, I don’t want to tell; but I suppose I shall have to. She wasn’t gentle and timid and sweet like you little darlings, oh, no! not like you. And Mrs. Willard, who was there visiting from Boston, said she was “dreadful.”
She was always talking at the table, for one thing.
“Mamma,” said she, one day, from her high chair, “your littlest one doesn’t like fish; what makes you cook him?”
Mamma shook her head, but Flaxie wouldn’t look 036at it. Mrs. Willard was saying, “When we go to ride this afternoon we can stop at the slate-quarry.”
Who was going to ride? And would they take the “littlest one” too? Flaxie meant to find out.