Maizie flushed resentfully. "I'm good enough now," she answered.
"But you get mad for nothing, Maizie," said Suzanna; "you always get mad when you don't see things."
"Anybody would get mad," Maizie exclaimed. "Why just yesterday when we were playing in the yard you said, 'Behold, the lion marcheth down the yard. Maizie, quick, quick, out of the way,' and when I said, 'I don't see any lion, Suzanna,' you said, 'Well, he's there, right beside you. Don't you hear him roaring?' and there wasn't any lion there at all."
"Well, Maizie, you can't see anything unless it's there," deplored Suzanna.
"You mean, Suzanna," put in Mrs. Procter as she covered the dough with a snowy cloth, "that you have more imagination than Maizie."
"Well, anyway, Maizie," said Suzanna after a time, "I'm going to try and make you a better girl."
"Make her stop saying that, mother," said Maizie, "I'm good enough as it is."
Suzanna said nothing more then. She finished her stove, and then, when Maizie had peeled all the potatoes, Suzanna went into the parlor and dusted all the furniture very carefully. Maizie followed and stood watching her sister.
"How could you make me better, Suzanna?" she asked, after a time, curiosity elbowing pride aside.
"I meant to tell you a story," said Suzanna; "about something you've never heard before." She went on dusting.